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C G Am F C G C
CHORUS
Come on just take my hand
baby lets go
we'll run away with nothin'
but our love to show
we'll dance in the street
with mud on our knees
and show the world we're
everything they wish to be
but nothing that they want to see
Remember those days
we lost track of miles
punk rock love and dysfunctional smiles
livin' in the clouds
screamin' our lungs out
we laughed when noone listened
cause we knew it'd all work out
we were the only two that were conscience
in that stupid fucking town
traveling to different cities
deciding anywhere is home
as long as you were by my side
I never felt alone
cigarettes to wind
40's in our hands
this love is real and noone could understand
the feeling we were born to feel
you know I'll follow you anywhere
CHORUS
Droppin' out of high school
sneakin' out of windows
playin' music to cops
that wanted to shut us down
the moment I looked into your eyes
you held me through all those bad times
the friends that got locked up
and all those friends
that never made it through the night
seemed like we were the only two
that would ever make it through
this fucking life
CHORUS
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G C D G / C G D G
While digesting Reader's Digest
In the back of a dirty book store,
A plastic flag, with gum on the back,
Fell out on the floor.
Well, I picked it up and I ran outside
Slapped it on my window shield,
And if I could see old Betsy Ross
I'd tell her how good I feel.
Chorus:
But your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.
They're already overcrowded
From your dirty little war.
Now Jesus don't like killin'
No matter what the reason's for,
And your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.
Well, I went to the bank this morning
And the cashier he said to me,
"If you join the Christmas club
We'll give you ten of them flags for free."
Well, I didn't mess around a bit
I took him up on what he said.
And I stuck them stickers all over my car
And one on my wife's forehead.
Repeat Chorus:
Well, I got my window shield so filled
With flags I couldn't see.
So, I ran the car upside a curb
And right into a tree.
By the time they got a doctor down
I was already dead.
And I'll never understand why the man
Standing in the Pearly Gates said...
"But your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.
We're already overcrowded
From your dirty little war.
Now Jesus don't like killin'
No matter what the reason's for,
And your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more."
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C F G C / G Dm F C
Oh the world will sing of an English King
A thousand years from now
And not because he passed some laws
Or had that lofty brow
While bonny good King Richard leads
The great crusade he's on
We'll all have to slave away
For that good-for-nothin' John
Incredible as he is inept
Whenever the history books are kept
They'll call him the phony king of England
A pox on the phony king of England!
He sits alone on a giant throne
Pretendin' he's the king
A little tyke who's rather like
A puppet on a string
And he throws an angry tantrum
if he cannot have his way
And then he calls for Mum while he's suckin' his thumb
You see, he doesn't want to play
Too late to be known as John the First
He's sure to be known as John the worst
A pox on that phony king of England!
While he taxes us to pieces
And he robs us of our bread
King Richard's crown keeps slippin' down
Around that pointed head
Ah! But while there is a merry man
in Robin's wily pack
We'll find a way to make him pay
And steal our money back
The minute before he knows we're there
Ol' Rob'll snatch his underwear
The breezy and uneasy king of England
The snivellin' grovellin'
Measly weasely
Blabberin' jabberin'
Gibberin' jabberin'
Blunderin'
Wheelin' dealin'
Prince John, that phony king of England
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G F C G
County road 233, under my feet
Nothin' on this road but little ole me
I've got two miles 'til, he makes bail
And if I'm right we're headed straight for hell
I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun
Sit on the porch and light a cigarette
If he wants a fight well now he's got one
And he ain't seen me crazy yet
He slapped my face and he shook me like a rag doll
Don't that sound like a real man
I'm going to show him what a little girls' made of
Gunpowder and lead
It's 2 am, another six pack in
You can feel him come like a cold black wind
He pulls in the drive, the gravel flies
But he don't know what's waiting here this time
His fist is big but my gun's bigger
He'll find out when I pull the trigger
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"It seemed to me that the last human beings were dying in prisons and camps and would leave no heirs, while a horrible mutation of the species was taking place outside. I thought of committing suicide, or of finding a way to return to my prison cell so as to live out my days among comrades and die among human beings." (Fredy Perlman: Letters of insurgents)
C G Dm F
This morning I can't tell if I'm nihilist, or religious, or if there's even a difference. If god made the West Texas highway, guess there probably isn't. There's a darkness in my bones. It reaches all the way down to the mud. There's a spark that's in your eyes. It catches flame, and it burns all through my blood.
And every friend locked up or raided, it's reason enough to go all in, to raise the stakes, to call the bluff. To burn all the world down for the sake of the ash. For the things that we've got coming through the storm of gasoline and broken glass.
This morning I can't tell if I'm anarchist, or religious, or if there's even a difference. If I'm waiting for the right time to act, well, guess there probably isn't. There's a darkness in my bones. It reaches all the way down to the mud. There's a spark that's in your eyes. It catches flame, and it burns all through my blood.
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