Beachfront Property

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C#m A E


[Verse]
C#m
Said “it’s the end of days
     A          E
And we’re just hoping for the beachfront property.”
C#m
     Numb with indecision.
A             E
Daring some asshole to take a swing.
C#m                   A     E
        I’ve got $800 to my name.

Not sure what it means.
C#m
   Trying to take these bastards
         A          E
 For a quarter of a million despite your mom’s protesting.

[Chorus]
A         E
If every city’s the same.
A                       C#m      B
Doom and gloom under a different name
A      E                          B
         Maybe we should find our home in one?

[Repeat intro]

C#m A E

[Verse 2]

N.C
I hate the rhythm of our lives these days –
E
Staring into dead space. Shouting at my phone.
C#m                                  A       E
 Ducking in my seat Cause someone brought a bag into the movie theatre.
                          C#m
 Everyone shrugs at the same time. “Yeah, yeah, we know.”
               A               E
You’re singing sad to thirty-somethings in a bar, “Play us some nostalgia songs,
C#m                                     A     E
     Cause no one really wants to hear about you anymore.” I know.

[Chorus]
A         E
If every city’s the same.
A                       C#m      B
Doom and gloom under a different name
A      E                          B
         Maybe we should find our home in one?
A
We argue and assign the blame
E                  C#m    B
Not like any of us feel the shame
A              E                B
      Count on one hand all the good we’ve done.

[Bridge]
C#m A E

N.C
Said “it’s the end of days,
N.c
And you’re still pissing in the wind.
N.C
Don’t believe in god.
But figured he’d be a better planner than this.

[Instrumental]
C#m A
E/G# F#
C#m A
E/G# F#

A          F#m

     I’m tired anyway.
G#m            E
Why the hell would I care?
A          F#m

     I’m tired anyway.


[Chorus]
A         E
If every city’s the same.
A                       C#m      B
Doom and gloom under a different name
A      E                          B
         Maybe we should find our home in one?
A                E
We argue and assign the blame
A                         C#m    B
Not like any of us feel the shame
A                    E                      B
      Count on one hand all the good we’ve done.

[Otro]
E (let ring)
 I’m tired anyway.
Why the hell would I care?
I’m tired anyway.