C E F C C E F G C E I took the needle out of my arm about F C A year ago today, C E And every day since then I?ve been taking F G The needle out of my brain. F G So when I?m staring down at my hands I can?t explain E F Just what it is that I?m thinking of, G C Except thank god that all my veins have to pump is my blood. C E F C C E F G C E I?ve done you so much wrong I can?t believe F C You would still talk to me. C E And I say so much bullshit I can?t believe F G That anyone around me can breathe. F G I know that it?s a little dramatic, E F But the word for not changing is ?dead.? G C So I?m getting better, my friends, but please don?t hold your breath. C E F C C E F G C E I met a man in rehab the first time, F C An organizer in prison. C E He lived in Chicago when the cops shot Fred Hampton, F G But he was just a kid back then. F G Justice doesn?t flow from police guns, E F I?m reminded of that all the time. G C As long as there is a law, peace will be a crime. C E F C C E F G C E What the news calls economics, F C I still call it violence. C E If your god is a judge or a jailer, F G I?m still an atheist. F G But I try to have faith in the things that will happen; E F I get saved from myself when i do. G C So maybe ?god? isn?t the right word, but I believe in you. C E F C C E F G
