G
I been lookin' around
CEm
at abandoned cars on the side of the highway
GCEm
Askin' myself are they a metaphor for lack of drive, or dead battery eye?
GC
You gotta' scream to get your point across,
Em
that's our way
Am
You gotta' scratch the skin with the youngest cut,
D
it'll be okay
GCEm
Too many nights, in the Greyhound station up North Syracuse
G
The departure screen,
CEm
lookin' at me like it was talkin' shit just as I walked in
G
Too much debt, pride, and swinging mood
CEm
through American veins
AmD
The confidence of twenty fools with equal parts shame
[Chorus]
GAmBmEmC
Yeah, we're playing dead (ah, ah, ah)
CGAmBmEmC
Wanna' break my jaw, maybe break the bread (ah, ah, ah)
CGAmBmEmC
Can't leave or stay, sitting on the steps (ah, ah, ah)
Am
It's no surprise I hear religion on the radio
CD
We can't find any other signal
[Verse]
GC
Slow, that's is how it'll go when you're
EmG
buildin' somethin' that's worth the build
C
But keeping in mind why you started to climb,
Em
it gets harder with height
GC
Don't you think of starting over now,
Em
what a waste
Am
The guy in your head and the one in the mirror
D
got a different face
[Chorus]
GAmBmEmC
Yeah, we're playing dead (ah, ah, ah)
CGAmBmEmC
Wanna' break my jaw, maybe break the bread (ah, ah, ah)
CGAmBmEmC
Can't leave or stay, sitting on the steps (ah, ah, ah)
Am
It's no surprise I hear religion on the radio
CD
We can't find any other
CG
signal
DCGD
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
[Bridge]
C
Are you gonna' break down the wall
C
Playin' with a red rubber ball
AmCD
Pick the hammer up, turn me all to dust
CGD
Break down the wall
CGD
Playin' with a red rubber ball
CGD
Pick the hammer up,
CGD
turn me all to dust
CGDC
Woah, woa-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh-oh! (Turn me all to dust)
CGA5C
Woah, woa-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh!