Biography:
State Lines is a punk band from Long Island, New York
"For The Boats" out now on Tiny Engines
www.facebook.com/statelinesband
www.statelines.bandcamp.com
www.statelinesny.tumblr.com
Read more on Last.fm
Other songs:
Standard
The whole song follows the progression
| F# - - - | - - - - | B - - - | Abm - - - |
F#
You were well dressed. Some kid called you
B
"fresh to death" and I
Abm
just left
F#
Through the back door thinking, "Oh hell,
B Abm
I wanna wanna go home."
F#
But it's like you never left, yeah your rotten
B Abm
scents is on my rotting breath
F#
and it's scaring everyone to death
B
and off like a flame to the neck.
Abm
Like a lit cigarette,
F#
you're killing me with every breath,
B Abm
And every breath's another regret.
F#
You're a cigarette.
B Abm
Yeah, you're cancer in a fucking stick.
F#
And I'm sick of being chained down,
B Abm
of being chained down in this town
F#
Like everyone else around,
B Abm
hands in my pocket, always looking down.
F#
I'm sick of overpriced books.
B Abm
Sick of the classrooms filled with nothing but dirty looks.
F#
I'm sick of hating everything.
B Abm
I'm sick of every song I'll ever sing.
F#
But I know, yeah I know there's gotta be more
B Abm
Than all that surrounds me, all I abhor.
F#
Like these frat kids in snapbacks with letters of their backpacks
B Abm
Sewn on like a fucking badge. Oh, please kill me
F#
Or just promise me that theres something more
B Abm
And tell me it's waiting out my front door.
F#
I swear I would start today.
B Abm
Oh, if only I could stop the rain.
The whole song follows the progression
| F# - - - | - - - - | B - - - | Abm - - - |
F#
You were well dressed. Some kid called you
B
"fresh to death" and I
Abm
just left
F#
Through the back door thinking, "Oh hell,
B Abm
I wanna wanna go home."
F#
But it's like you never left, yeah your rotten
B Abm
scents is on my rotting breath
F#
and it's scaring everyone to death
B
and off like a flame to the neck.
Abm
Like a lit cigarette,
F#
you're killing me with every breath,
B Abm
And every breath's another regret.
F#
You're a cigarette.
B Abm
Yeah, you're cancer in a fucking stick.
F#
And I'm sick of being chained down,
B Abm
of being chained down in this town
F#
Like everyone else around,
B Abm
hands in my pocket, always looking down.
F#
I'm sick of overpriced books.
B Abm
Sick of the classrooms filled with nothing but dirty looks.
F#
I'm sick of hating everything.
B Abm
I'm sick of every song I'll ever sing.
F#
But I know, yeah I know there's gotta be more
B Abm
Than all that surrounds me, all I abhor.
F#
Like these frat kids in snapbacks with letters of their backpacks
B Abm
Sewn on like a fucking badge. Oh, please kill me
F#
Or just promise me that theres something more
B Abm
And tell me it's waiting out my front door.
F#
I swear I would start today.
B Abm
Oh, if only I could stop the rain.
Stateline
States
States and Empir (...)
Static and Surre (...)
Static Animal
Stay Outside
Steadman
Steady Holiday
Steady Weekdays
Stealing Eden