Verse: G C G C G Bm Em C D G
Chorus: C G C G C G Bm Em C D G
I have been making presentations for a final escalation
I have been praying to the god of giving up
she says "lock the door behind you now
'fore the criminals and the cops break in your house."
Oh I have worked so hard for a place where I can die
but the winners up there of high-end living
won't allow the broken insane to arise
So fuck this city, fuck this job
they break you down before you even reach the top
in a God-fearing land there ain't no lodging for the mad
you can't get high enough to breathe before you drown
I'm gonna go back to that factory
where they make moving parts
and I will take you very far away
in the flash of a pack of matches I will be gone
So fuck this city, fuck this job
they break you down before you even reach the top
in a God-fearing land there ain't no lodging for the mad
you can't get high enough to breathe before you drown
credits
from Life Breaks Free,
released April 29, 2012
written by the Taxpayers
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