Ok, this is a new song from Nuclear Daydream. This is tabbed from 
a live version he did. It's much faster than the CD version. 
I'm definitely sure it's the same chords. This should be 99%
correct. Please leave a good rating. Thanks!

Standard Tuning
NO capo

   C  G  Am  Fmaj
e|-0--3--0----0--|
B|-1--0--1----1--|
G|-0--0--2----2--|
D|-2--0--2----3--|
A|-3--2--0----3--|
E|-3--3--0----1--|


Intro: C, G, Am, Fmaj (x1)

C                            G
What's the difference from a Saturday night
          Am                            Fmaj
Where the light spreads dark around the drunk hearts
         C                       G
In their headless hallways where bodies are 
           Am              Fmaj
put on the market place
   C                   G
To happiness endlessly taking pills
         Am                      Fmaj
With the young going down  I see nothing 
             C                     G             Am        Fmaj
or nowhere I know what I've found     Must be in paradise

C                 G
Next year we will live in the country
         Am                    Fmaj
With our money, by day the sky builds
          C                             G
Doing our laundry and inventing us some random machines
Am                       Fmaj
Getting our religion and sex on the TV
C                           G
  Assumptions made simply to get away
Am                      Fmaj
Everyone old is already with me
             C                               G
On tiny decks enjoying midsummer weather and friendly company
    Am                            Fmaj
And in their picture frames there you and I will be

                   C         G        Am             Fmaj
Knowing what we've found             Enough to get away  (x4)

C                    G                     Am
Bright drops of blood so my thoughts are I turn to lie down 
    Fmaj
but sleep stays far
C                       G
I'm just an echo of the songs going through my head
    Am                          Fmaj           
The light behides the ghost but I'm the one that's dead
     C                     G 
And I think of who you be, when you're here with me
      Am                        Fmaj
Maybe it's a spiritual disease  Sliding through shoots of oblivion 
  C                     G
into infinity    back into our maker's hands
        Am               Fmaj
No more rain, no controversy

                   C         G        Am             Fmaj
Knowing what we've found             Enough to get away  (x4)