The Airborne Toxic Event - The Winning Side
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Intro:
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Well I admit to the mistakes
At least privately in takes
F
And here's another one
C
I said "we'd be okay"
"But that's a lie, man"
F
I mean.. "Hey, we're all dying.. young!!"
C
It's no worse off than it seems..
but it's more like a terrifying dream
F
And I'm serious!!
C
It's either whiskey, or a bong, or a car crash, or a bomb
F
I'm serious!!
G
It's the only thing I think
Am
When I wake up in my bed
G Am
When my stomach churns, as these pages turn
F
Is the world burnin'
G
Or is it only.. in my head?
C
On a screen on a TV
On a scene in front of me
F
With all the white noise n the static
And the stifling of the screams
C
This is war, this is death, this is real you better bet!
F
On the winning side, the winning side,
The winning side, the winning side
C
And I'm sittin' in a train
Over Brooklyn in the rain
F
All by myself
C
When a thought occurs to me..
That all these people wanna be
F
Just somewhere.. else
C
Like every day is just a loss,
spent arguing with your boss
F
Over a coffee break
C
Oh and the same is true for me,
I mean, one more indignity
F
And I’m going to break
G Am
Because the only thing I think when he walks out on the screen
G Am
He says, “The sky falls, and your duty calls”
F G
Man it takes some balls to be so obscene
C
On a screen on a TV
On a scene in front of me
F
With all the white noise n the static
And the stifling of the screams
C
This is war, this is death, this is real you better bet!
F
On the winning side, the winning side
The winning side, the winning side
G
The right side, the right side
Am
Well they shipped you off, and your parents cried
G
And it all falls away so quietly
Am
When you wake up to reality..
F
But Reality?
G
What's reality? What's reality? What's reality?
C F
It's a fucking bullet!!
C
Well I got a brother in Iraq
I got no way to get him back
F
Like all those people in the sands,
Buried in Afghanistan
C
I got a child in a crib
I got a father in a bib
F
I got no pills
I got no skills
I got no idea what I did
C
I just wonder every second
of every minute that passes by
F
Are we living?
Are we dreaming?
Are we winning where we die?
G
In a cloud of dust, in a mushroom burst
Am
In a series of degradations first
F
All alone, in a hospital bed?
G
Wondering what we might of done instead!
C
With a lifetime, lifetime
F
A lifetime, A lifetime
C
A lifetime, A lifetime
F
A lifetime, A lifetime
G
A lifetime, A lifetime
Am
Well, we paid our dues, and we did our time
G
But tell me what exactly was our crime?
Am
Well I stand and stood for this fallen line
F
While you decide who lives, who dies
G C
I hope you choke on all.. your... lies