INTRO E A E A E A E A

               E                                          A
This one's for every drug problem that got stopped in its tracks
             B
by a trip to rehab.
                  E                         A     B
I'll miss railing pills with you in the park.
               E                                       A
This one's for every friend who decided not to drop out
                      B
and stay at their mom's house.
E                                           A            B                
I'll miss you on the street corner when it starts to get dark.

        E           B                Abm                  A
Because tonight I'm cryin' about the crack house that got torn down
E      B             Abm  A
in the center of town. 
E                B                 Abm      A            
And tonight I'm laughin' about the army recruitment
E     B       Abm    A
station lying vacant.
              E          B 
Here's to the rubble. A brick through every window,
   C#m                             A    
a casket buried six feet deep for everybody's heroes.
E                         B                    C#m
Here's to our lives being meaningless. And how beautiful it is because 
A
freedom doesn't have a purpose.

E A E A E A E A

              E                                A               B
This one's for every arsonist that got locked down before they burnt the 
            
cities down.
E                                    A     B
I'll miss seeing the sky scrapers on fire!
              E                                                  A
This one's for every friend who got taken off the streets so the upper class 
                    B                                      E
could sleep. So the upper class could sleep. I'll miss the spray-paint and 
        A       B
slashed tires.

        E         B               Abm             A      E
Because tonight I can't smell the pigs around the corner
       B                 Abm      A
on the shortness of your breath.
    E               B         Abm           A         E     B      
And tonight I can't taste the whiskey from across the room
        Abm              A
in the stumbling of your steps.
              E         B                             C#m       
Here's to the rubble. A brick through every window, a casket buried six feet 
          A                  E
deep for everybody's heroes.
                          B                    C#m                 
Here's to out lives being meaningless. And how beautiful it is because 
A
freedom doesn't have a purpose! 

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(watch out for the different G#m and C#m)

Tabbed by Billy_G