Folk Song

D G D

B A G A

D G D

It's like picking up the pieces is a daily chore

D A G

Thinking of your time card forms a habit

B G D

Watching rich folks on T.V.'s like picking a sore

A

Fuck it all, they can have it

D G D

And now I'm loaded like a gun again

D A G

Like a plague of locusts heaven sent

B G D

Just a ball of dissension with a death perception

G A D

I won't sweat the definition of content

G D

They said "better safe than sorry" and "look out for #1"

G F# E

I heard "only play the cards your shown"

D E

Fuck what they say

D B

It doesn't matter anyway

G A D

Only in your grave are you alone

D G D

B A G A

D G D

Like grown men staring with little boy's eyes

D A G

And actresses speaking with conviction

B G D

These people should demand a Pulitzer prize

G A D

For various works of fiction

G

"Judge a book by it's cover"

D

And "keep one eye on your back"

G F# E

I heard "only play the cards your shown"

D E

I say fuck what they say

D B

It doesn't matter anyway

G A D

Only in your grave are you alone

So many people with so much to show

Rotting away in their own little holes

D G D

One can only wonder why

D A

I'll celebrate my home

G

But know that I'm not alone

A D G D

Only fools are "along for the ride"

D A G

In thinking of the size of the world that's right outside

A D G D

Please don't waste it trying to hide

G D

G D

A D

A D