Fighting For Nothing

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When I was younger, I wish that I 
                 B
would have known better.
Better love makes a fat romance, 
                           F#
that lasts for more than a shoe 
shine.
I’m older, took all the words of my 
B
mother, saying,
It could be worse, could be born 
with that disease, instead of 
catching it first.
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So let’s go back, to the first 
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time, that I met you, in your Chevy,
B5
 with your hands stretched,
 and me
                    Db5
crying, screaming, “Mercy. Mercy.”
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But I know that, I was put here, 
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to fight Vikings, in the cold war, 
B5
with my arms out,
 in the front
                 Db5
lines, singing, “Dare me. Dare me.”

[Chorus]
B
But these things take time love.
F#
These things take backbone.
Ebm                               
And they’ll tell you what you want
 to hear ’cause they think it’s 
Db5
better. Better.
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B                       F#
But you better know how to point out
 the liars.
Ebm                               
You’ve got to weigh your wars make
 sure you’re not fighting for 
Db5
nothing. Nothing.
                     B5
Are you fighting for nothing?

Verse 2
F#                                
It feels like this world has been 
               B
growing slowly upside down.
Maybe I should move to China, and 
straighten this mess out.
                F#
Maybe I’ll be a poet.
                      B
Watch all the sky for falling words.
And write about my grandma’s 
curtains, or the lady who put the 
Chinese buffet in her purse.
Ebm                               
I’ve got my mouth. It’s a weapon. 
Db5
It’s a bombshell.
               B5
It’s a cannon. I’ve got my words.
                  Db5
I won’t give them mercy. Mercy.

[Chorus]

Solo:
Ebm  Db5  B5 Db5 (x2)

Bridge
Ebm                Db5
I’ve got my words. I hope they hurt 
you.
B5
I hope they scar you. I hope they 
heal you.
Ebm                               
I hope they cut you open, make you
                         Db5
 see you’ve been warring for all the
 wrong reasons.
Make you see that some things are 
B5
worth bruising for.
Make you see that your name is your 
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honor code.
Make you see that your hands you’re 
Ebm
accounted for.
Pick and choose where your sweat and
      Db5
 your blood will go.
Make you see your life’s not to be 
B5
lived alone.
Run their spit through your hair, 
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you’re worth nothing. Nothing.