Electric President - Some Crap About the Future

      
 
                 C#m                            B 
 You spread your rusty fingers across the ledge.
                                          E    
 You get your grip and peer down over the edge.
 
 You watch the city move and breathe and migrate.
                                               C#m    
 You??re not apart of it. You??re broken now, like us.
                      B                  E        
 I turn and brush the birds from off my shoulders.
           Abm                                      
 And cross side-walks with an earful of white noise.
 C#m                                          B     
 You sit up on your perch for the rest of the night.
                                                E    
 You watch the moon and hope the damn thing crumbles.
 
 You count the stars reflecting in the windows.
 
 And then you realize just how minimal you are.
 C#m                  B                   E    
 I stop and watch the airplanes leave the city.
       Abm                        
 And I silently wish I was on one.
 C#m                                         B     
 You sit down slow and watch yourself in the glass.
                                          E    
 You reach inside and tear out all your cables.
 
 Snakes of smoke are dripping from your fingers.
 
 You have no body, just a cage to hold your parts.
 C#m                   B          
 I have no answers; I??m rambling.
       E            Abm                           
 I was never one to solve whatever has gone wrong.
 C#m                                        B    
 You lie down on the roof and watch the sun rise.
                                            E     
 Its burning fingers rummage through your insides.
 
 And for a moment you feel like you??re alive.
 
 And then it??s gone, so you get up.
 E                                                   B      
 Up, up, baby. There??s blood on the sidewalks of this town.
                      C#m                        B                  A           
 They??ve got us on the ropes. But we don??t have to take it lying down anymore.
 
 Our hands aren??t tied now.
 E                                                   B    
 Down, down, baby. Down in the in the center of this town.
                      C#m      
 They??ve got ??em buried deep.
                 B                             A    
 Under layers of concrete are the bones of our past.
 
 (Oh no, no)
 
 C#m  B            E       A       
 We??ll leave on the evening train.
 C#m        B            E          A     
 It won??t be long, but it feels that way.
 C#m            B                     E    A   
 But home never meant very much to us any__way.
 C#m               B                           A      
 So we convince ourselves that we??re better off gone.
                E       
 And maybe we??re right.
     E     B          C#m  
 And we collapse on a road.
       B                        A          B                E       
 On an old dirt road, where the sun doesn??t look like such a waste.
     E       B             C#m         B                     A     
 And we fall asleep, under leaves of a couple of them nearby tress.
        B          E     
 And we never wake again.
 
 Never again, no never again.