No Trespassing Waltz

D                        A
and it's true that we're teenage fools
        D                   G
trading five days a week to work and school
        D                                 G
just to sneak around on weekends watching for the cops
    A
and waltz in abandoned parking lots

    G                        A            D       E
and call these cracks in the system a revolution
           G                     A
but to the vanguard party that's criticizing:
          D                        Bm
what have you been up to since the Soviet Union?
E                      G
   when you're not starving
D                   Bm
life is just the mechanics of eating

G G A A
D D A G [x4]
D            A           G
  talking to you is raw eternity, but what isn't these days?
D                 A                       G
  and if our only gift is this dark black void, well to me that's okay
D             A                     G
  cuz our nihilism is the terrorist wing of youthful apathy
     D                       A                     G
burn everything down just to drink in the ruins of what used to be an
American city
D                    G               D                      A
  so if it's all the same, then I'll pass out tonight still hating punk
rock
D                  G                   A
  but in love with you and the kitchen floor that you let me sleep on

G                       A               D                       E
  there's whiskey in my bottle, and you know there's enough for you
     G                A                             D               Bm
I'll join you in that grave your digging if there's room enough for two
E                          G
  where there's no risk of death
D                  Bm
life is just the logistics of breath

G G A A
D D A G [x4]
D               A            G
  tomorrow I'll wake up in a ditch with every friend that ever meant
anything
D        A                    G
  on the opposite side of the country
D                            A                G
  but I still wouldn't trade anything for the nights when the rain
promised
us at 2 AM
D                   A                   G
  in some burnout industrial shell of a town that we'd never be dry
again

E               G                       D                  Bm
  and I'll keep walking and running and drinking towards a day that I
can
see
G      A             D
  suicide as a tragedy

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