Religion On The Radio

                       G
I been lookin' around
                    C                 Em
at abandoned cars on the side of the highway
          G                            C                      Em
Askin' myself are they a metaphor for lack of drive, or dead battery eye?
            G                               C
You gotta' scream to get your point across,
           Em
that's our way
            Am
You gotta' scratch the skin with the youngest cut,
D
it'll be okay
          G                               C            Em
Too many nights, in the Greyhound station up North Syracuse
               G
The departure screen,
                           C                   Em
lookin' at me like it was talkin' shit just as I walked in
          G
Too much debt, pride, and swinging mood
C                 Em
through American veins
     Am                            D
The confidence of twenty fools with equal parts shame

                      G  Am  Bm  Em  C
Yeah, we're playing dead    (ah, ah, ah)
C                                      G   Am  Bm  Em  C
Wanna' break my jaw, maybe break the bread    (ah, ah, ah)
C                                      G  Am  Bm  Em  C
Can't leave or stay, sitting on the steps    (ah, ah, ah)
                         Am
It's no surprise I hear religion on the radio
C              D
We can't find any other signal

G                                        C
Slow, that's is how it'll go when you're
          Em                         G
buildin' somethin' that's worth the build
                              C
But keeping in mind why you started to climb,
         Em
it gets harder with height
           G                         C
Don't you think of starting over now,
        Em
what a waste
    Am
The guy in your head and the one in the mirror
D
got a different face

                      G  Am  Bm  Em  C
Yeah, we're playing dead    (ah, ah, ah)
C                                      G   Am  Bm  Em  C
Wanna' break my jaw, maybe break the bread    (ah, ah, ah)
C                                      G  Am  Bm  Em  C
Can't leave or stay, sitting on the steps    (ah, ah, ah)
                         Am
It's no surprise I hear religion on the radio
C              D
We can't find any other
C       G
signal
D          C      G   D
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh

                C
Are you gonna' break down the wall
                C
Playin' with a red rubber ball
Am                   C              D
Pick the hammer up, turn me all to dust
C              G  D
Break down the wall
                C         G  D
Playin' with a red rubber ball
C               G  D
Pick the hammer up,
C              G  D
turn me all to dust
C              G            D                    C
Woah, woa-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh-oh! (Turn me all to dust)
C              G          A5  C
Woah, woa-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh!

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