Album: Brighter than Creation's Dark
Written by: Mike Cooley

Tabbed by Jangafettnutts



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It was 1990 give or take I don't remember
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when the news of revolution hit the air
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The girls hadn't even started taking down our posters
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when the boys started cutting off their hair
    D                  Am
The radio stations all decided angst was finally 
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old enough it ought to have a proper home
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Dead fat or rich nobody?s left to bitch
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about the goings' on in self destructive zones




G                                  D
The night the practice room caught fire
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there were rumors of a dragon headed straight for Muscle Shoals
G                        D
"Stoner tries to save an amplifier"
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and it's like the dragon's side of the story is never told
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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




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The hippies rode a wave putting smiles on faces,
          C                        G
that the devil wouldn?t even put a shoe
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Caught between a generation dying from its habits,
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and another thinking rock and roll was new
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Till the pawn shops were packed like a backstage party,
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hanging full of pointy ugly cheap guitars
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And the young'uns all turned to karaoke,
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hanging all their wishes upon disregarded stars




G                          D
My Grandaddy's shotgun is locked in a closet
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and it never shot a thing that could have lived
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An old man decided that you couldn't choose your poison
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till you're nearly old enough to vote for him
      D                    Am
They turned what was into something so disgusting
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even wild dogs would disregard the bones
     G                  D
Dead fat or rich nobody?s left to bitch
           C                              G
about the goings' on in self destructive zones