Tabbed by: Jamin_Time

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Intro:
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C
Well I admit to the mistakes 
At least privately in takes
      F
And here's another one
C
I said "we'd be okay"
"But that's a lie, man"
           F
I mean.. "Hey, we're all dying.. young!!"
C
It's no worse off than it seems.. 
but it's more like a terrifying dream 
        F
And I'm serious!!
        C
It's either whiskey, or a bong, or a car crash, or a bomb
      F
I'm serious!!

        G
It's the only thing I think 
       Am
When I wake up in my bed
       G                        Am
When my stomach churns, as these pages turn 
        F
Is the world burnin'
                      G
Or is it only.. in my head?

         C
On a screen on a TV
On a scene in front of me
              F
With all the white noise n the static 
And the stifling of the screams
        C
This is war, this is death, this is real you better bet!
        F
On the winning side, the winning side, 
The winning side, the winning side

        C
And I'm sittin' in a train 
Over Brooklyn in the rain
        F
All by myself
C
When a thought occurs to me..
That all these people wanna be 
       F
Just somewhere.. else
        C
Like every day is just a loss, 
spent arguing with your boss
        F
Over a coffee break
        C
Oh and the same is true for me, 
I mean, one more indignity
         F
And I?m going to break

             G                          Am
Because the only thing I think when he walks out on the screen
               G                  Am
He says, ?The sky falls, and your duty calls?
       F                             G
Man it takes some balls to be so obscene

      C
On a screen on a TV
On a scene in front of me
              F
With all the white noise n the static 
And the stifling of the screams
        C
This is war, this is death, this is real you better bet!
        F
On the winning side, the winning side 
The winning side, the winning side

     G
The right side, the right side
          Am
Well they shipped you off, and your parents cried
           G      
And it all falls away so quietly
         Am
When you wake up to reality..
      F
But Reality?
                        G
What's reality? What's reality? What's reality?
                 C                 F
It's a fucking bullet!!

             C
Well I got a brother in Iraq
I got no way to get him back
               F
Like all those people in the sands, 
Buried in Afghanistan 
        C
I got a child in a crib
I got a father in a bib
         F
I got no pills 
I got no skills
I got no idea what I did
       C
I just wonder every second 
of every minute that passes by
        F
Are we living?
Are we dreaming?
Are we winning where we die?

     G
In a cloud of dust, in a mushroom burst
     Am
In a series of degradations first
F
All alone, in a hospital bed?
                                   G
Wondering what we might of done instead!

       C
With a lifetime, lifetime
       F
A lifetime, A lifetime
       C      
A lifetime, A lifetime
       F
A lifetime, A lifetime
       G
A lifetime, A lifetime
         Am
Well, we paid our dues, and we did our time
             G
But tell me what exactly was our crime?
       Am
Well I stand and stood for this fallen line
      F
While you decide who lives, who dies
           G                      C
I hope you choke on all.. your... lies