A5                           C5
I skipped class and took the number five bus
D5                        A5
All the way east, just to see where it ends
         A5                 C5
Smoked a cigarette at Udall Station
D5                   A5
Got back on the bus again
A5              C5        D5
We've been this way since you met me
           A5
Hearts not heavy, but empty
    A5                         C5                                D5                     A5
And once a song could raise me up, but now there's nothing, so I stumbled home a broken man
     A5 N.C.
With blood on my hands, dead on my feet

Shot down where I stand
     Am                 C
With blood on my hands, dead on my feet
Dm                 Am
Shot where I stand

[Chrous]
           C              G             Am               F
Freedom is beautiful and terrible, it's nothing soft and sweet
          C              G          Am              F
It's used bullets on the sidewalk, fires across the street
C               G                Am           F
It's you moving in with your new boyfriend in Oakland
       C            G         Am             F
It's a pack of wild dogs on a road without a street lamp
     C                        G
It's roaches in the bathroom, mice in the kitchen
    Am                           F
And no one left to blame for the way I've been living
     C                    G
It's mice in the kitchen, roaches in the bathroom
Am N.C.
And no one left to blame

[Break]
A5 C5 D5 G5 (x2)

[Verse 2]
  A5                      C5
I woke up late and missed class again
         D5                              A5
And so I brewed a pot of coffee and went back to bed
            A5                          C5
Snatch some bread selling junk from the back of the shed
        D5                               A5
Hop the fence, because the front's being watched by the feds
A5              C5        D5                 A5
We've been this way since  we've been alive, reckless and shy
   A5                C5
So I set fire to the house and took off running
D5                     A5
 I hope that you won't mind
  A5 N.C.
I burned down the house to get myself out of this hell alive
  Am                       C
I burned down the house to get myself out
  Dm                  Am
I hope you don't mind

[Chorus]
           C                G                 Am           F
Freedom is nothing soft and sweet, it's beautiful and terrible
     C              G                       Am        F
It's admitting everything that I don't want anyone to know
             C             G                 Am                     F
It's telling people that I love I stole from them when they weren't looking
             C          G                     Am             F
It's fucking up so many times that they won't pick up when I call them
     C                                G
It's watching people die because they got back in it
    Am                        F
And knowing that I don't have any say in it
     C                        G                       Am N.C.
It's watching people die, and knowing I don't get any say