Strange Lot Chords by Seth Sentry

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[F#] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ A [Am] faint goes through the raindrops, pace a frozen [G] train stop, my brain throbs as it wanders
to my [F#] day job.
On my way to the place that I [F] hate most, strange though, how I'm still afraid of getting [A] laid off.
And every day feels the same with a [G] different date, and every face looks as plain as an [F#] empty frame.
So sick of waiting for the painter [F] to begin to paint the plane away for now, a testament to [Am] emptiness.
And thoughts ricochet through my fickle, [G] pickle brain, rain trickles down a grimace, same
image, different [F#] name.
Both searching my soul's an impulse [F] purchase, around here we serve beer, not [A] purpose.
When I [G] wake up, my mind is [D] tortured, in the evening [Am] sleep.
I'm so [G] tired, and I'm [D] lonely, happy [C] when I'm_
[Am] I'm on a [G] date!
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Every [G] day's the same, but [D] everyone's strange, I can't [F] write a sign, better get the sign.
The [A] old summer roast, soaked over coats, hope [C] comatose, folks know the ropes, don't throw
the boats, [F#] float, don't delay, don't you go and chase the blown [F] away umbrella, cross the
motorway, tell them keep a [Am] poker face, for the jokers sake, hold your plates [G] steady while
we load it up, and smoke your face pretty while your throat [F#] is cut.
Yeah, things that go bump know [F] what's up, only showing love through the drugs in the
[Am] modem plug, moments past only last in photographs, show [G] some gums, fold a picture, only know
we couldn't give a lonely [F#] fuck.
So they don't smile, they just show [F] their teeth and sit below the streets on broken
rollercoaster [Am] seats, with today's valid ticket, like this trip is where they're all [G] supposed
to be, but don't be difficult, the warning posters [F#] read, and if it all amounts to this,
then all aboard and count your chips, a flock of dirty [Am] pigeons fighting over water fountains,
sip, steppers.
When I [G] wake up, my mind is [D] full of dirt, in the evening, sleep is [A] gone, I'm so [G] tired,
sad and [D] lonely, happy [C] when I'm, [Am] in a world of [G] pain, _ [D] _ _ _ [Am] _
everyday [G] the same, but everyone [D] is
strange, I can't let [C] it slide, better step [Am] inside.
Now I can learn to hide a smirk behind a [G] smile, in a nice designer shirt, [G] life or work, buy
a pile [F#m] of dirt, and plant a house in it, past the shanty [F] town limits, where the angry
crowds picket, pick [Am] a hand me down image, and be an average [A] bloke, the same person that
[G] you know that hates work, but has to go to pay for the back [F#] he broke, toiling in the
fields, [B] what's the point of putting [F] poison in their meals, when a coin [B] will have them
oiling up the [Am] wheels.
For the rich man's chariot, they're [G] carrying a fig jam, arrogance and shrink wrap, tap
[F#] in and stand it out, same shit, different brand [F] name.
Same gathering, same slip, different cash [Am] claim, wait, welcome to the day it was rocket
[G] science, and watch grey become a yin yang [F#] compromise, throw the cunary down the mine
shaft, hold the gas [G] mask for the last laugh, tip [A] your bar staff, step aside.
When I [G] wake up, my mind is [D] tortured, in the evening, [Am]
sleep is gone, I'm so [G] tired, sad
and [D] lonely, happy [C] when I'm, _
[Am] what I'm, [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [Am] _
everyday's [G] the same, that everyone [D] has changed, I can't
let [C] it slide. _
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[Am] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
[Am] Hello, and welcome to the day that the daisy [G] cane breaks from the wind, scream at everything
that keeps [F#] the same, welcome to the day that the beauty [F] came astounded, everything that
is great, [Am] welcome to the day that the sweat [G] and every brow is held to keep, and every
bone is proudly crammed [F#] in a chain, welcome to the night while the ducks and [F] slips, we
have vanished ship, that lamb and sleds sing in [Am] separate stripes.
When I [G] wake up, my mind is [D] tortured, in the evening, sleep is [A] gone, I'm so [G] tired, sad
and [D] lonely, happy [C] when I'm, [Am] what I'm, [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [Am] _
everyday's the [G] same, that everyone has [F#] changed, I can't
let it [F] slide.
Let it burn. _ _ _ _ _ _ _