How They Made Us

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Intro
C  D  E  D  C  B


Verse 1

E                                 
It's a midwinter Friday and 
                    D
there's not a car on this highway

That wouldn't hit me just to get 
C
home.

I'm riding punch lines and dregs 
                       B
from the pouch that we split
somewhere back on Punt Road.

E                             
And the big neon signs they all 
       D
intertwine

With the passing cars' headlights 
            C
burning my eyes.

In this city of excuses, dead palm 
          B
trees and useless transport,

          A                    B
I use my legs to get to you on time.


Chorus

    A                          B  
But silence speaks louder than 
                        C
words that we don't understand,

               E           D      
And I know the language is made 
     A
out of

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         B                       C
One upmanship and slight of hand.

          A    B    C            
But it's all we've got to explain
                  A
 how they made us,

E         D                A
Unable to explain how they made us.

E         D               E   D 
Unable to explain how they
  C  B



Verse 2

E                                 
And I'm naked except for 
       D
donations, rank revelations,

My own bad behavior, pissing off the
C
 neighbours.

Lying to colleagues about how 
              B
interesting I am,

Just so part of me is nothing like 
  E
them and

The clubs up on Swan Street pulse to
     D
 the backbeat of violence and 
sadness

              C
and god awful sweat heat.

They tarnish reputations and they 
               B
smash up train stations,
So angry they forgot what they were 
angry about.

A                                 
This city is a punching bag for 
  B
the punished to let something out.

A                    B           
But how can you stay mad when the
         E              D         
 red sun spits straight through 
  C
the clouds

     B
like this?

        A
And the cold bites my skin.

    B
And you bit my upper lip.


Chorus 2

    A                          B  
But silence speaks louder than 
                        C
words that we don't understand,

               E           D      
And I know the language is made 
      A
out of

         B                       C
One upmanship and slight of hand.

          A    B    C            
But it's all we've got to explain
                  A
 how they made us,

  E         D                A
Unable to explain how they made us.

  E         D             C
Unable to explain how they