Am D It's the American dreamC Am G Am But if you pull on the thread, it's gonna tear at the seamD C See what I mean? We don't tend to screamAm G Baby, we just stare at the screenAm D Like it's a preacherman up at the pulpitC Am G Some with the scars end up holding the bullwhipAm D Another angry kid unloading a full clipC Am G And I could tie a pretty bow on this bullshitAm D But let's not lie for another secondC Am We see the trouble, we're rubberneckinG Am D No doublecheckin, if it's an issue we have to grappleC Am G The words are caught in my Adam's appleAm D I make my body a happy chapelC Am G Cause every person's a tabernacleAm D But there's no feeling you gotta hideC Am G So let's all pray to the God inside, say it now (Chorus)D Am Never needed a hand til you needed a handF G You never know how to walk until you understandD Am Coulda been anything that you needed to beF G How many more do you want? How many more do you need?Am D C G Still I wish I could break freeAm D C G It’s that same old simple song I still believeAm D C G How many more do we need?Am D Before it’s hand over handC G Love over everythingAm D That’s me with the long armC Am G Screaming at the top dog, spilling my blood on the cementAm D C We willing to roll now, sick of getting mowed downAm G Fuck if I dope now, it’d kill meAm D Cause I’d rather be known for the dealingC Am G Than known to be hooked on the feelingAm D C Am G How many more gotta go now? How many more gotta go down?Am D C Am I’ll stand in the rain witcha, just to get a little bit of glimpse of the plain pictureG Am D People need a pinch just to get em to wake upC Am G You’ll be in a ditch before I get you to wake up, say it bruhAm D C Am G Whoever said it wasn’t fair, they was telling the truthAm D C Am G I’d be a liar if I said there was nothing to prove {Chorus}Am D They say we gotta know our roleC Am G Kiss the bottom of the totem poleAm D Set goals, and then go for goldC Am G But we hibernate and hide inside our gopher holesAm D I wanna smoke a bowl, a hand on my dickC Am G While the other one is busy clicking the remote controlAm D C I'm no Dalai Lama of the sofa but I hear I gotta go toAm G Where the sinners face the roasting coalsAm D You say that your heart ain't got no holes, well bitch pleaseC Am G Let's all admit that we got souls like Swiss cheeseAm D But wishing isn't gonna fill this abyssC Am G And no hand over hand over fisted riches is fixin what's missingAm D If I wanna kill this monotonyC Am G I know the answer is a light that I got in meAm D I got no university degree in philosophyC Am G But I know that every baby's born with the lock and key, say it now
Hand Over Hand
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