Stained Glass Ceilings The Wonder Years
[Verse 1]
Like a burning [E]monk
You're my light flare out in the [C#m]dark
You're my constant call to [G#m]arms
Took the blindfold off
They'd [A]left chalk outlines where the future was[E]
It's a goddamn war of [C#m]attrition
It's a death by a thousand [G#m]cuts
And if these motherf**kers made it to [A]heaven
They burned the bridge when they got across
[Cborus 1]
They're gathering [E]anchors
They're gathering [B]rope
You push into [A]heaven all alone
They're grabbing your [E]ankles
They won't let you [B]go
The ebb and the [A]distant flow
They're cutting your [B]wings off
Built you ceilings out of [A]stained glass
[Verse 2]
Well you [E]cut like gravel in my [C#m]skinned knee
The wound will close e[G#m]ventually
You'll stay as a re[A]minder of how f**ked this world can [E]be
Held your funeral on a [C#m]Tuesday
Holy waters, November [G#m]cold
The kid who pulled the [A]trigger
Knew tomorrow couldn't promise him hope
[Cborus 2]
All these [E]bastards are gathering [B]rope
You push into [A]heaven all alone
They're grabbing your [E]ankles
They won't let you [B]go
The ebb and the [A]distant flow
They're cutting your [B]wings off
Built your ceilings out of [A]stained glass
They were cutting your [B]wings off
I was [A]staring at my idle hands
Maybe I could've done [C#m]something
Maybe I could've made a [A]difference
[Interlude]
B A x4
[Bridge 1]
[Soupy]
[C#m]John Wayne with a God com[A]plex Tells me to buy a gun
Like shooting a teenage [E]kid is gonna solve any problems
Like it's an arms race
Like death don't mean nothing[C#m]
To know the heavy price of living [A]poor
Walled in by red lines, backed into a [E]corner
Not knowing growing up what it's like to belong here in America
[Bridge 2]
[Jason Aalon Butler]
If everyone's [C#m]built the same then how come building's so [A]f**king hard for you?
It's something we're [E]all born into
Nothing's left [C#m]up to gray
It's black or white and [A]sometimes black and blue
It's something we're [E]all born into, whoa-[B]oh
[C#m]Now I know what's in a name
Not just my father
Three-[A]fifths a man makes half of me
Why should I bother?
[Soupy]
[E]Merchants of misery stacking the [B]deck
f**k your John Waynes
f**k your God complex
[Jason Aalon Butler]
I have [C#m]everything in front of me
But can't reach far e[A]nough
To touch those fever dreams
They call Ameri[E]ca
I am the ghetto's chosen one
The privileged bastard [B]son
[Outro]
They're gathering [C#m]anchors
They're gathering [B]rope
You push into [A]heaven all alone
They're gathering [E]anchors
They're gathering [B]rope
You push into [A]heaven all alone
No, all alone
[End]
[C#m]
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