G I been lookin' around C Em at abandoned cars on the side of the highway G C Em Askin' myself are they a metaphor for lack of drive, or dead battery eye? G C 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 G C Em Too many nights, in the Greyhound station up North Syracuse G The departure screen, C Em lookin' at me like it was talkin' shit just as I walked in G Too much debt, pride, and swinging mood C Em through American veins Am D The confidence of twenty fools with equal parts shame [Chorus] G Am Bm Em C Yeah, we're playing dead (ah, ah, ah) C G Am Bm Em C Wanna' break my jaw, maybe break the bread (ah, ah, ah) C G Am Bm Em C Can't leave or stay, sitting on the steps (ah, ah, ah) Am It's no surprise I hear religion on the radio C D We can't find any other signal [Verse] G C Slow, that's is how it'll go when you're Em G buildin' somethin' that's worth the build C But keeping in mind why you started to climb, Em it gets harder with height G C 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] G Am Bm Em C Yeah, we're playing dead (ah, ah, ah) C G Am Bm Em C Wanna' break my jaw, maybe break the bread (ah, ah, ah) C G Am Bm Em C Can't leave or stay, sitting on the steps (ah, ah, ah) Am It's no surprise I hear religion on the radio C D We can't find any other C G signal D C G D Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh [Bridge] C Are you gonna' break down the wall C Playin' with a red rubber ball Am C D Pick the hammer up, turn me all to dust C G D Break down the wall C G D Playin' with a red rubber ball C G D Pick the hammer up, C G D turn me all to dust C G D C Woah, woa-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh-oh! (Turn me all to dust) C G A5 C Woah, woa-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh!
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