Wilted Daisies

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C                            F - C
Pretty, pretty wilted daisies all in a row
C                G                   C
on the top of Mount Vernon in the dirty snow
C                    F              C
where the shadow sings of sunshine like a dying crow
C                    G                      C
pretty, pretty wilted dasies all in a row
C                            F - C
You're waving high into the night time of a New York street
C                G                   C
Your newly painted yellow taxi has dirty seats
C                    F              C
You're racing quick into the nightclub, so that you can see
C                    G                      C
The same old sick and sadly strangers always seem to meet
F                 G             Am
Cuz it's a long way to and a short ride from the top
F                 G             Am
it's a rotten middle finger and the cancer will not stop
F                 G             Am
it's a long way to and a short ride from the top
F                            G
your hand begins to slip or they cut
                   C  F - C
either way you drop
C                                    F - C
Your small apartment is a mess but you don't seem to care
C            G                       C
the dirty dishes in the corner go with the broken chair
C             F                       C
Higher grows the stack of bills that calmly declare
C             G                       C
if you don't pay within a week then your shit is theirs
C                                 F - C
You go to work Monday through Sunday, open to close
C               G                       C
the seven dollars that they pay, son, is good as a broken nose
C                F                       C
when no one's watchin' you pull your pants down and touch your toes
C                G                       C
your undercut n' your exploited but that's how the country grows
F                 G             Am
Cuz it's a long way to and a short ride to the top
F                 G             Am
it's a rotten middle finger and the cancer will not stop
F                 G             Am
it's a long way to and a short ride from the top
F                              G
your hand begins to slip or cut
          Am
either way you take what they have stolen
F
or you try to break what can't be broken
            C
you can speak what you believe
G
but every thought comes preconceived
        Am
you try to wash your hands of this
F
clear your conscience and dismiss
C
pretend our problems don't exist
G
we're takin' aspirin for a broken wrist
F          G           Am
cuz it's a long, long way to the top
F          G          Am
it's a rotten middle finger but the cancer will not stop
F            G        Am
it's a long, long way to the top
F             G
your hand begins to slip or cut
        Am F C G
either way we