Apathy 83

Em                          
  I'm standing on the edge of 
    G     Em                    G
Vesuvius, my mouth is running dry
Em                  G     Em    
  Drunk on wine and wisdom, 
           G
giving it all away
Am                     Am/G      
  Old enough to hate tomorrow, 
     Am/F#                      G
young enough not to know where to 
run
          G        D/F#     Em   
Oh, there ain't no rock and roll 
   D              C     D      G
no more, just the music of the young


[Chorus]
        Em               G    
And it's, apathy for the devil. 
Em               G
Apathy for the devil
Em               G    C         
  Apathy for the devil, and 
D      G
apathy for some


[Verse 2]
Em                            G  
  The moon shines brightly on 
             Em                G
some summer lawn, and envy caught 
like a leaf
Em                            
  Comes floating down upon this 
  G                 Em            
frozen desert sand, spitting 
                 G
bullets through the night
Am                       Am/G    
  The siren wails on the 
              Am/F#             
ambulance, compassion touches my 
     G
head and it bleeds
          G        D/F#     Em   
Oh, there ain't no rock and roll 
   D              C      D        
no more, just the sickly sound of 
G
greed


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[Chorus]
        Em               G    
And it's, apathy for the devil. 
Em               G
Apathy for the devil
Em               G    C         
  Apathy for the devil, and 
D          G
apathy for the creed


[Bridge]
Am        C            
  No more gardens for the 
   G          D/F# Em   C       
gardenless. No  more havens for 
            G/B
the havenless
Am        C            
  No more helpers for the 
   G            D/F# Em   C     
helplessness. No  more 
           G
somethings for a less
        C              G          
For the law is now the lawless, 
      C               G
and the flaw is now the flawless
        C              G          
And the crime is now accepted, and
     C          G
 the criminal respected
        C          G               
And now evil gets elected, and now 
C            G
sinful get selected
      C                G          
See a president proven rotten, now
   C           G
 officially forgotten
                    D           
Was it your General Sheridan who 
once said "The only good, good man 
                             B     
is a dead good man." It was not me 
     Em
babe
N.C.                                
                          Em        
   G        Em G
I just said keep your head `n your 
bread well down under them 
floorboards, keyboards


[Instrumental]
Em G x4


[Verse 3]
Em                              G
  And you, you look like you've 
                 Em              
gone with the wind, running naked 
            G
through the streets
Em                    
  Wired out, tired out, 
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transcendental mental, only 
             G
laughing in your sleep
Am             Am/G              
  Nostalgia is starting to focus 
           Am/F#                   
too late, imagination is starting 
  G
to itch
          G        D/F#     Em   
Oh, there ain't no rock and roll 
   D              C     D      G
no more, just the music of the rich


[Chorus]
             Em               G    
And then it's, apathy for the 
Em               G
devil. Apathy for the devil
Em               G      C     D
  Apathy for the devil. 
                G
Apathy's at fever pitch