G
I been lookin' around
C Em
at abandoned cars on the side of the highway
G C Em
Askin' myself are they a metaphor for lack of drive, or dead battery eye?
G C
You gotta' scream to get your point across,
Em
that's our way
Am
You gotta' scratch the skin with the youngest cut,
D
it'll be okay
G C Em
Too many nights, in the Greyhound station up North Syracuse
G
The departure screen,
C Em
lookin' at me like it was talkin' shit just as I walked in
G
Too much debt, pride, and swinging mood
C Em
through American veins
Am D
The confidence of twenty fools with equal parts shame
[Chorus]
G Am Bm Em C
Yeah, we're playing dead (ah, ah, ah)
C G Am Bm Em C
Wanna' break my jaw, maybe break the bread (ah, ah, ah)
C G Am Bm Em C
Can't leave or stay, sitting on the steps (ah, ah, ah)
Am
It's no surprise I hear religion on the radio
C D
We can't find any other signal
[Verse]
G C
Slow, that's is how it'll go when you're
Em G
buildin' somethin' that's worth the build
C
But keeping in mind why you started to climb,
Em
it gets harder with height
G C
Don't you think of starting over now,
Em
what a waste
Am
The guy in your head and the one in the mirror
D
got a different face
[Chorus]
G Am Bm Em C
Yeah, we're playing dead (ah, ah, ah)
C G Am Bm Em C
Wanna' break my jaw, maybe break the bread (ah, ah, ah)
C G Am Bm Em C
Can't leave or stay, sitting on the steps (ah, ah, ah)
Am
It's no surprise I hear religion on the radio
C D
We can't find any other
C G
signal
D C G D
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
[Bridge]
C
Are you gonna' break down the wall
C
Playin' with a red rubber ball
Am C D
Pick the hammer up, turn me all to dust
C G D
Break down the wall
C G D
Playin' with a red rubber ball
C G D
Pick the hammer up,
C G D
turn me all to dust
C G D C
Woah, woa-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh-oh! (Turn me all to dust)
C G A5 C
Woah, woa-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh!
