Am                       F
As crass as your mother, keen to the chance, 
          C                        G
You would live by the seat of your pants, 
             Am                         F
And you were taught you should have all things you can take, 
             C                       G
It's getting caught that makes you a thief. 
                    Am
By the skin of your teeth. 


Am  F  C  G x 2


     F             C           
It's true you were running for cover, 
    G                          Am
The worst of the worst was not done, 
          F                   C
You can't find comfort in any other, 
G                         Am
Set in your ways like the sun. 


        Am               F
Not one tune had changed like scattered leaves, 
        C                         G
All her clothes strung out on the eves. 
          Am                         F
There's a reckoning that's coming to make something right, 
          C                        G
There's a man here who's picking a fight, 
                   Am           F          C   
It's on like a light. 
   G                     Am
No future or history too bright. 


Am F C G


     F             C           
It's true you were running for cover, 
    G                          Am
The worst of the worst was not done, 
          F                   C
You can't find comfort in any other, 
G                         Am
Set in your ways like the sun. 
F    C       G        Am
Shee----ee's worrying me, 
F              C
A bird on some leash, 
       G                    Am
Flying nowhere but dying to be. 


Am F C G x 2
F C G Am x 2


F              C
A bird on some leash, 
       G                    Am
Flying nowhere but dying to be. 

F              C
Caught by some pride, 
      G                  Am
Only virtue will get you untied. 


F C G Am


F              C
A bird on some leash, 
       G                    Am
Flying nowhere but dying to be.