Sydney City Trash - Dirty Windscreens

      
 
 Intro is the same as the chorus.
 
 G                                                  
 The record keeps skipping through dirty windscreens
 Am                         C                  
 And it's one never ending cliche highway scene
         G            F/G            Em             
 and the visit's too short and the journeys too long
 C                                    D                
 It feels like we're trapped in some damn burnouts song
 C                                                     
 But no tool belts or steel caps just drums and guitars
 D                                                    
 And we don't work in mines we just sing songs in bars
 
 
 Chorus:
 C                               D             
 It's a broken down dream but we call it a life
         G        F/G         Em               
 Like a circus performer who swallows the knife
 C                                                 
 Just to spit out the handle and choke on the blood
        D                                                 
 It's a broken a broken down dream but we pray it's enough
 
 
 G                                                 
 I'd give the devil my soul for a good show tonight
 Am                                  C             
 Just a glimpse just a sign I'm not wasting my life
           G        F/G             Em                 
 Give me hellfire eternal when I'm done with this earth
 C                                D                
 And Satan one more thing please let them buy merch
 C                                                          
 Cause the van is sure thirsty we've got a long way to drive
 D                                                  
 And we better get going or we won't make it on time
 
 Chorus:
 C                               D             
 It's a broken down dream but we call it a life
         G        F/G         Em               
 Like a circus performer who swallows the knife
 C                                                 
 Just to spit out the handle and choke on the blood
        D                                                 
 It's a broken a broken down dream but we pray it's enough
 
 C D x4
 
 Am                                                            
 And the stranded bored and stagnant they point to their chains
 C                                                     
 And in hushed tortured voices ask how dare we complain
 Am                                                
 They think the damnationon it comes standing still
 C                                                     
 But we know all too well it's this distance that kills
 Am                                                    
 All the flowers and crosses that haunt these roadsides
 C                                 D               
 And we swear sometimes it's like swallowing knives
 
 
 Chorus:
 C                               D             
 It's a broken down dream but we call it a life
         G        F/G         Em               
 Like a circus performer who swallows the knife
 C                                                 
 Just to spit out the handle and choke on the blood
        D                                                 
 It's a broken a broken down dream but we pray it's enough
 
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