This City Is Killing Me

G     C     Em     C        G     C     Em     C
Na Na Na Na nanana nananana Na Na Na Na nanana nananana

(Pat)
G            Em                  D                                 C
Termites are eating my home, and squirrels laugh at me through the walls.
G               Em                  D                      C
I hate to admit it, but most days I wake up and follow the laws.
    G                    Em                       D                   C
And I used to dream my beliefs would lead me onto barricades with Molotovs,
    G                   Em                        D                   C
but mostly they lead me straight to a line at the post office to send zines to someone behind
G
bars.
      C     Em     C        G     C     Em     C
Na Na Na Na nanana nananana Na Na Na Na nanana nananana

(Ceschi)
G            Em                      D                  C                       G
This city is killing me. Pretty sure New Haven PD wants all of my friends to go down.
               Em                     D                      C                   G
I walk down to Whaley and think of my fellow felons sleeping on overcrowded room grounds.
                    Em                     D                  C
My girlfriend can’t handle the life that I lead. So I wander around this country,
         G                       Em                          D          C
sleep on couches, play shows for twenty kids, hoping they’ll house me. (Sorry I'm allergic to cats)
G     C     Em     C        G     C     Em     C
Na Na Na Na nanana nananana Na Na Na Na nanana nananana

(Pat)
G         Em               D                 C
Some just talk a good game - I can’t even do that.
G         Em                D                   C
Some just want to look cool - I don’t even wear black.
G         Em            D                C
Some just want an excuse for crime and destruction.
G         Em                D                      C
          I’m too afraid to shoplift, because last time I got busted.

(Ceschi)
Em                      C                        G
I can promise you this, Officer Smith: you don’t need to piss-test me or re-arrest me.
         D                                          Em
I’m just playing these shows, I’m a law-abiding citizen.
                          C
Please give me my license back. I no longer sell crack.
         G                                        D
I’m just 33, rapping, broke, trying my hardest to cope on the road. Almost all of my homies know that.
G     C     Em     C        G     C     Em     C
Na Na Na Na nanana nananana Na Na Na Na nanana nananana
G     C     Em     C        G     C     Em     C          G
Na Na Na Na nanana nananana Na Na Na Na nanana nananana

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