G G
G C G C G
{Verse 1}
G C G
I hear the sound of angry fans
G
I’m walkin’ by, they’re crushing cans
Em
And throwing them at their sets again
A Em
You know I’ve heard this thing before
D
Every year, at least times four
G C G
It’s a city built on stubs and scars
G
We swear, “No not next year”
Em
But led back to the wooder, here we are
A Em
You know we feed them ‘til they’re packed
D
Tickertape is way too much to ask
G C G
[Pre-Chorus]
D G C
Here in the streets and the dives, you can feel it
D G C
While back in the stands, swing and miss, you can hear it
D G C
These seasons are new, zero love, but we fear it
[Verse 2]
G C G C
Barb from South Philly calls again
G
She was just a kid in ‘64
Em A Em
But remembers her dad cursing at the same old radio
D
Now they fold like it’s the only thing they know
G C G
[Pre-Chorus]
D G C
Here in the streets and the dives, you can feel it
D G C
While back in the stands, swing and miss, you can hear it
D G C
These seasons are new, zero love, but we fear it
[Chorus]
G C Em D
I hear the ghosts of Billy Penn
G C Em D
They’re wailing, “Oh no not again,”
G C Em D
And talkin’ bout the disappointment that’s on deck
C
But don’t sleep ‘til it’s over
G D G
But don’t sleep ‘til it’s over
C G D
But don’t sleep ‘til it’s over
[Instrumental]
G C G G C G
[Verse 3]
G C G C
These arenas are like scenes of a crime
G
Soft goals and turnovers
Em
20,000 grunts turn into sighs
A Em D
And the national condemns…to hell with them
You know I’d throw snow again
G C G
[Pre-chorus]
D G C
Here on the jobs, in the halls, you can feel it
D G C
While back in the stands, 6-4-3, you can hear it
D G C
These seasons are new, zero love, and we fear it
[Chorus]
G C Em D
I hear the ghosts of Billy Penn
G C Em D
They’re wailing, “Oh no not again,”
G C Em D
And talkin’ bout the disappointment that’s on deck
C B
But don’t sleep ‘til it’s over
A D
Cause it brings us together
G C Em D
I hear the ghosts of Billy Penn
G C Em D
I see your goats and your Bartmans
But don’t worry bout it
G C Em D
The piper’s passing out the checks
C G
From the Bull back to the wall
D G
To the top of city hall
C G
We are beaten, full of crow
D G
But I know I’d never call another home “home.”
