Standard tuning, no capo 

Ebm               B                 
  I was a brakeman, the sharpest of all them
Bb                          Ebm
  Hoping to be there and it good
Ebm               B       
  I was a bum rush, and pardon the self lust
Bb                      Ebm
  It wasn?t always understood
Ebm              B                      Bb                         Ebm 
  I was a combing I comb every shoreline, I wanted to damage just a few


F#                           C#
  Hoping our timing won?t be swift enough
                        B                            Ebm
  And they?ll carry us away. And they?ll carry us away


Ebm               B                
  I was a cold one, colder than ever,
Bb                                 Ebm
  Did you feel the chill I left on you
Ebm                          B                       
  Now back on the brake lines and steeper than I climb
Bb                               Ebm    
  Well if there?s one well it be you

C#           B               F#                  Ebm
  Take your rind, take your fall and laying your trap for me
C#          B              F#                 Ebm
  Take this wig up off my head it did what it had to do
C#         B                 F#                  Ebm
  It runs back, straight and true and leaving no more