Shitty Tomorrow

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D B A
D E F#
D

     D                              E  F#
Come keep on working for a shitty tomorrow.
      D                               B
We’ll carry the load if you give us a shot,
A             D
Cause there’s nothing ahead,
                     E   F#  G
And it’s all that we got now oh oh oh.
             D                      E           F#
'Cause every cop on the beat with a song in his heart’s
      D                        B        A
Gonna sing me the praises of a shitty tomorrow.
         D
They get just what they need
                      E   F#  G
And they’re taking it all now oh oh oh.
                  Em
Go on and take it all.
                                  D
There’ll be nothing to be left at all.

D E F# D

        G
Come on keep on working for a shitty tomorrow,
        D
And I’m counting down days til the sunshine is gone.
      G                                        D
Gonna bury my head in the sand for a while now oh oh oh.

       B
I gave half of my hopes for a shot at the bottom.
     G
They show you the ropes,
G
Leave you hanging there from them.
    Em
The depths of your soul to the endless horizon,
        G
They’re coming for the future,
             A                            D
Yeah they’re coming and they’re taking it all.

D E F# D
D F# E
G F# E
G

             Em
They take it all. (We’ll keep on working for a shitty tomorrow.)
             G
They take it all. (We’ll keep on working for a shitty tomorrow.)
             Em
They take it all. (We’ll keep on working for a shitty tomorrow.)
             G
They take it all. (We’ll keep on working for a shitty tomorrow.)
             Em
They take it all. (We’ll keep on working for a shitty tomorrow.)
             B
They take it all. (We’ll keep on working for a shitty tomorrow.)
             D
They take it all. (We’ll keep on working for a shitty tomorrow.)
             A
They take it all. (We’ll keep on working for a shitty tomorrow.)

             G
'Cause every cop on the beat with a song in his heart’s
      D
Gonna sing me the praises of a shitty tomorrow.
     G                                         D
I’ll bury my head in the sand for a while now, oh oh oh.

       B
I gave half of my hopes for a shot at the bottom.
     G
They show you the ropes,
G
Leave you hanging there from them.
    Em
The depths of your soul to the endless horizon,
        G
They’re coming for the future,
             A                            D
Yeah they’re coming and they’re taking it all.

D E F#
D B A
D E F#
D

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