folk song. Dillinger Four
[D] [G] [D]
[B] [A] [G] [A]
It's like pi[D]cking up the pieces is a daily chore [G] [D]
[D]Thinking of your time card forms a habit [A] [G]
Watching rich fo[B]lks on T.V.'s like picking a sore [G] [D]
[A]Fuck it all, they can have it
And now I'm loaded lik[D]e a gun again [G] [D]
Like a plag[D]ue of locusts heaven sent [A] [G]
Just a bal[B]l of dissension with a death perceptio[G]n [D]
I won't swea[G]t the definition of c[A]ontent [D]
They said "better [G]safe than sorry" and "look out for #1" [D]
I heard "only [G]play the cards your [F#]shown" [E]
[D]Fuck what they say [E]
It d[D]oesn't matter anyway [B]
[G]Only in your grave a[A]re you alone [D]
[D] [G] [D]
[B] [A] [G] [A]
Like grow[D]n men staring with little boy's eyes[G] [D]
And act[D]resses speaking with conviction [A] [G]
These peopl[B]e should demand a Pulitzer prize [G] [D]
For var[G]ious works [A]of fiction [D]
"Judge a book b[G]y it's cover"
And "keep one eye [D]on your back"
I heard "only p[G]lay the cards your [F#]shown" [E]
I say fuc[D]k what they say [E]
It d[D]oesn't matter anyway [B]
[G]Only in your grave a[A]re you alone [D]
So many people with so much to show
Rotting away in their own little holes
One can only wonder why [D] [G] [D]
[D]I'll celebrate my home [A]
But know that I'm not alone [G]
Only fool[A]s are "along for the ride" [D] [G] [D]
[D]In thinking of the size of t[A]he world that's right outside [G]
Please don't waste i[A]t trying to hide[D] [G] [D]
[G] [D]
[G] [D]
[A] [D]
[A] [D]
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