The Dead Days

    D           F#7             G                 A
Ever since I can remember, I've been okay at best
             D             F#7               G              A
It seems like every day's a struggle just to get out of bed
    D                 F#7                G                A
As a kid, I thought it couldn't get much better than this
           D           F#7         G                    A
Now I'm one pessimistic son of a bitch (son of a bitch)

          D         F#7           G
It was the last thing (last thing)
        A                    D            F#7
My momma taught me, how could I be so naive, she said

                     D             F#7          G
Don't worry, kid, the dead days are on their way
A                D           F#7            G
Coffins line the streets, so dig your grave
       A           D           F#7        G
There's not a soul alive or heart to break
      A              D        F#7       G
'Cause we're all dead anyways, rotting away
A                 Bm
Soon we'll all be dead
            A             D           F#7
(Dead, dead, we're already dead, dead, dead, dead)
Bm                A       G
(Dead, dead, we're already dead, dead)
     G       A     D
Yeah, we're already dead

              D              F#7              G            A
She said: "I'm sorry, now you know," I had no time to react
            D              F#7                G              A
Since then I been out on my own, but time was moving too fast
         D         F#7                 G            A
So I've accepted my fate because we're all gonna die someday
D
I never cared for life much anyway (anyway)

          D         F#7           G
It was the last thing (last thing)
        A                    D            F#7
My momma taught me, how could I be so naive, she said

                     D             F#7          G
Don't worry, kid, the dead days are on their way
A                D           F#7            G
Coffins line the streets, so dig your grave
       A           D           F#7        G
There's not a soul alive or heart to break
      A              D        F#7
'Cause we're all dead anyways, rotting away
A                 Bm
Soon we'll all be dead
            A             D           F#7
(Dead, dead, we're already dead, dead, dead, dead)
Bm                A       G
(Dead, dead, we're already dead, dead)
     G       A     D
Yeah, we're already dead

                   F#7                             G
And drowning to debt, paid with a shot to the head
                       A
Too strange for me to come to terms with
Dm                           F/A
She had me thinking what am I up against
    G                             A
Everything I ever love goes to shit

                     D             F#7          G
Don't worry, kid, the dead days are on their way
A                D           F#7            G
Coffins line the streets, so dig your grave
       A           D           F#7        G
There's not a soul alive or heart to break
      A              D        F#7       G
'Cause we're all dead anyways, rotting away
A                 Bm
Soon we'll all be dead
            A             D           F#7
(Dead, dead, we're already dead, dead, dead, dead)
Bm                A       G
(Dead, dead, we're already dead, dead)
     G       A     D
Yeah, we're already dead

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