album : brighter than creation’s dark
written by : mike cooley
tabbed by jangafettnutts
G D
it was 1990 give or take i don’t remember
C G
when the news of revolution hit the air
G D
the girls hadn’t even started taking down our posters
C G
when the boys started cutting off their hair
D Am
the radio stations all decided angst was finally
C G
old enough it ought to have a proper home
G D
dead fat or rich nobodys left to bitch
C G
about the goings’ on in self destructive zones
G D
the night the practice room caught fire
C G
there were rumors of a dragon headed straight for muscle shoals
G D
“stoner tries to save an amplifier”
C G
and it’s like the dragon’s side of the story is never told
D Am C
when the dream and the man and the girls hang around long enough
G
to make you think it’s coming true ,
G D
it’s easier to let it all die a fairy tale ,
C G
than admit that something bigger is passing through
G D
the hippies rode a wave putting smiles on faces ,
C G
that the devil wouldnt even put a shoe
G D
caught between a generation dying from its habits ,
C G
and another thinking rock and roll was new
D Am
till the pawn shops were packed like a backstage party ,
C G
hanging full of pointy ugly cheap guitars
G D
and the young’uns all turned to karaoke ,
C G
hanging all their wishes upon disregarded stars
G D
my granDaddy’s shotgun is locked in a closet
C G
and it never shot a thing that could have lived
G D
an old man decided that you couldn’t choose your poison
C G
till you’re nearly old enough to vote for him
D Am
they turned what was into something so disgusting
C G
even wild dogs would disregard the bones
G D
dead fat or rich nobodys left to bitch
C G
about the goings’ on in self destructive zones
album : brighter than creation’s dark
written by : mike cooley
tabbed by jangafettnutts
G D
it was 1990 give or take i don’t remember
C G
when the news of revolution hit the air
G D
the girls hadn’t even started taking down our posters
C G
when the boys started cutting off their hair
D Am
the radio stations all decided angst was finally
C G
old enough it ought to have a proper home
G D
dead fat or rich nobodys left to bitch
C G
about the goings’ on in self destructive zones
G D
the night the practice room caught fire
C G
there were rumors of a dragon headed straight for muscle shoals
G D
“stoner tries to save an amplifier”
C G
and it’s like the dragon’s side of the story is never told
D Am C
when the dream and the man and the girls hang around long enough
G
to make you think it’s coming true ,
G D
it’s easier to let it all die a fairy tale ,
C G
than admit that something bigger is passing through
G D
the hippies rode a wave putting smiles on faces ,
C G
that the devil wouldnt even put a shoe
G D
caught between a generation dying from its habits ,
C G
and another thinking rock and roll was new
D Am
till the pawn shops were packed like a backstage party ,
C G
hanging full of pointy ugly cheap guitars
G D
and the young’uns all turned to karaoke ,
C G
hanging all their wishes upon disregarded stars
G D
my granDaddy’s shotgun is locked in a closet
C G
and it never shot a thing that could have lived
G D
an old man decided that you couldn’t choose your poison
C G
till you’re nearly old enough to vote for him
D Am
they turned what was into something so disgusting
C G
even wild dogs would disregard the bones
G D
dead fat or rich nobodys left to bitch
C G
about the goings’ on in self destructive zones
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