Walking Is Still Honest

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D riff
Dear mother,

This is just survival.
                    B       
Cannot promise your children 
      A
everything,
              B               A
But you would lie so they can sleep 
tonight.
D riff
Defeat tasted nothing like you said.
                   B               
Still 22 days left till the end of 
    A
the world.
   B          A            E
My legacy was making you a man
                          G
For a justice I could not change.
                         E
This is one voice not to forget;
                                G
"Fight every fight like you can win;
                   E
An iron fisted champion,
        G           D
An iron willed fuck up."

    G                   D
Can anybody tell me why God won't 
speak to me?
    A                           B 
Why Jesus never called on me to 
               A
part the fucking seas?
    G                    D
Why death is easier than living?
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                  A
You can be almost anything
            B               A
When you're on your fucking knees.
    G
Not today,
       D
Not my son,
       A
Not my family,
          B                A
Not while walking is still honest,
        G                   D
And you haven't given up on me.

B  A  G    B  A

D riff
Dear shithead,

This isn't happening;
    B             A
The sky is really falling,
    B                   A
The paint's all made of lead,
D riff
There's asbestos in the walls,

Hell's come over to rip off the 
doors
       B          A           B  
To the priveleged mansion.
         A

                        E
Do you want to love and feel it?
                           G
You can look but you can't taste it.
                               E
You can reach but you'll never have 
it.
         G
We are untouchable;
                            D
Untouchable is something to be.

    G                   D
Can anybody tell me why God won't 
speak to me?
    A                           B 
Why Jesus never called on me to 
               A
part the fucking seas?
    G                    D
Why death is easier than living?
                  A
You can be almost anything
            B               A
When you're on your fucking knees.
    G
Not today,
       D
Not my son,
       A
Not my family,
          B                A
Not while walking is still honest,
        G                   D
And you haven't given up on me.
        B       A           G
And you haven't given up on me,
        B       A         D
And you haven't forgotten me...