backwater – meat puppets
E F#
and when i wake up in the morning
C E
to feel the daybreak on my face
E F#
there’s a blood that’s flowin’ through the feeling
C E
with a knife to open up the sky’s veins
E C#m
some things . . . will never change
C
they just stand there looking backwards
D
half unconscious from the pain
E C#m
it may seem . . . rearranged
C D
in the backwater swirling there is something that’ll never change
E F#
and when i shoulda’ been done a long time
C E
laughs . . . and says i find ways
E F#
just when we’re sheltered under paper
C E
the rockets come at us sideways
E C#m
some things . . . will never change
C
they just stand there looking backwards
D
half unconscious from the pain
E C#m
it may seem . . . rearranged
C D
in the backwater swirling there is something that’ll never change
F G
A E
hey . . . i’m blind
C D
good . . . fine
A E
roll the time
C D
on whose dime?
solo E – C#m – C – D
and when i wake up in the morning
to feel the daybreak on my face
there’s a blood that’s flowin’ through the ceiling
with a knife to open up the sky’s veins
some things . . . will never change
they just stand there looking backwards
half unconscious from the pain
it may seem . . . rearranged
in the backwater swirling there is something that’ll never change
some things . . . will never change
they just stand there looking backwards
half unconscious from the pain
it may seem . . . rearranged
in the backwater swirling there is something that’ll never change
solo outro E – C#m – C – D x4 ( 4th time slow down on C & D . . . resolve on E )
backwater – meat puppets
E F#
and when i wake up in the morning
C E
to feel the daybreak on my face
E F#
there’s a blood that’s flowin’ through the feeling
C E
with a knife to open up the sky’s veins
E C#m
some things . . . will never change
C
they just stand there looking backwards
D
half unconscious from the pain
E C#m
it may seem . . . rearranged
C D
in the backwater swirling there is something that’ll never change
E F#
and when i shoulda’ been done a long time
C E
laughs . . . and says i find ways
E F#
just when we’re sheltered under paper
C E
the rockets come at us sideways
E C#m
some things . . . will never change
C
they just stand there looking backwards
D
half unconscious from the pain
E C#m
it may seem . . . rearranged
C D
in the backwater swirling there is something that’ll never change
F G
A E
hey . . . i’m blind
C D
good . . . fine
A E
roll the time
C D
on whose dime?
solo E – C#m – C – D
and when i wake up in the morning
to feel the daybreak on my face
there’s a blood that’s flowin’ through the ceiling
with a knife to open up the sky’s veins
some things . . . will never change
they just stand there looking backwards
half unconscious from the pain
it may seem . . . rearranged
in the backwater swirling there is something that’ll never change
some things . . . will never change
they just stand there looking backwards
half unconscious from the pain
it may seem . . . rearranged
in the backwater swirling there is something that’ll never change
solo outro E – C#m – C – D x4 ( 4th time slow down on C & D . . . resolve on E )
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