Folk Song
D G D
B A G A
D G D
It's like picking up the pieces is a daily chore
D A G
Thinking of your time card forms a habit
B G D
Watching rich folks on T.V.'s like picking a sore
A
Fuck it all, they can have it
D G D
And now I'm loaded like a gun again
D A G
Like a plague of locusts heaven sent
B G D
Just a ball of dissension with a death perception
G A D
I won't sweat the definition of content
G D
They said "better safe than sorry" and "look out for #1"
G F# E
I heard "only play the cards your shown"
D E
Fuck what they say
D B
It doesn't matter anyway
G A D
Only in your grave are you alone
D G D
B A G A
D G D
Like grown men staring with little boy's eyes
D A G
And actresses speaking with conviction
B G D
These people should demand a Pulitzer prize
G A D
For various works of fiction
G
"Judge a book by it's cover"
D
And "keep one eye on your back"
G F# E
I heard "only play the cards your shown"
D E
I say fuck what they say
D B
It doesn't matter anyway
G A D
Only in your grave are you alone
So many people with so much to show
Rotting away in their own little holes
D G D
One can only wonder why
D A
I'll celebrate my home
G
But know that I'm not alone
A D G D
Only fools are "along for the ride"
D A G
In thinking of the size of the world that's right outside
A D G D
Please don't waste it trying to hide
G D
G D
A D
A D
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