Spitfall - Pain of Salvation (w/ lyrics) Chords

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You don't have a lot of hands, but you've got so much to say.
[Bb] You work for a palace employing cars with [G] golden motors.
Should you decide to be [A] in public, you should have a quarter truck of knotters and quotas.
Name [Bb] fucking fame on all photos.
Aren't [G] you an honor and a plauder, but leave a rich [A] shit for motors.
That way you're a star when you reach this far and the [Bb] world really knows who you are.
You [G] show up with a six-flag Mercedes, [A] a Cedric V-Star,
but they all do when they pour inside your gates and ball [Bb] you.
Of the youngsters, who do you see as [G] the one in your car?
Do you even [A] have a clue as to who you are?
Bro, I don't think so.
I'm a [Bb] Mercedes, man on a stiff, [Em] old dog, farce, Republican shit [A] car.
See him here when you freeze to the core of your form,
well then now you're a [Bb] coward on the radio TV, kid, [Em] that's all.
You're getting older, take your bow [A] and just go.
Parades on the stage getting colder, lock your pants on the [Bb] chart.
Simple talk shows can still [G] get you hard.
Do your rhymes on [A] your primetime face-spots.
Spitting rhyme in the limelight like a star against the chip [Bb] off your shoulder.
A bow that rolls [G] and rolls over and [Dm] over and over.
Like a [F] broken childhood, _ there's nothing [Dm] like a broken home.
_ There's nothing like a [Am] tale from your hood.
There's nothing [Em] like a record [F] of [Dm] restriction orders.
A [Am] spoken word, [F] a line distorted.
[Dm] A pile of shit way too high top.
[Am] The longer that you [F] put yourself out.
[Gm] _ The longer [A] the spit. _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ You suck, but you lost.
You put all of the cost.
You still don't see [Bb] that in reality,
the one thing you felt in [G] yourself was a personality.
[A] You're trapped in the mold of the rap.
You're selling your soul.
I mean, can you believe [Bb] you're paying all that gold
for some [G] home decorator that has your back as the [A] conformity.
Seems you're losing your way to get with your policy [Bb] man.
Ending up with a new definition [G] of poverty.
It's a joke.
[A] What goes, you're making every video.
To reach the kids with a goal,
[Bb] for them we call it being a high-o and a [G] worn-out bro.
Guess [A] what we need is yet another clown who can feed our breed.
Another [Bbm] look, and hook her up.
[G] Now a bitch is mundane, you'll take the [A] lead with what's up, ho.
And let your people go off once more.
[Bb] Just what you need in every [G] store.
That's called declaiming [A] forevermore.
You're so right.
A shining eye on the wise speech.
[Bb] Who will be your hero?
Yeah, [G] right.
Fuck you.
[A] Fuck your ideas to the core.
You know what?
You're just [E] another parent who's all advice and reward.
There's [F] nothing like a broken childhood.
_ There's nothing like [Dm] a broken home.
There's nothing like a tale [Am] from your hood.
_ There's nothing like [G] a [F] record of _ [Dm] restriction orders.
I've [F] spoken for the lying disorders.
_ [Dm] I'm a long way to the top.
[Am] The longer that [F] you pull yourself up.
The longer [A] the spit [F] falls. _ _ _
_ _ [D] You win.
[A] _ _
The longer the spit falls.
[F] _ While you're rapping your [D] shit gold. _ _ _
Yo.
[A] I guess when you're that loaded, you better empty the barrel of your [Bb] chances you'd get.
Is that so?
[Gm] Empty your word in post-magazine and [A] magazine after magazine.
Let every shot go.
Let [Bb] the shit flow.
Cause the show must go [Gm] on and on and on.
[A] You're it, bro.
But it's sad to know when your story flows.
[Bb] All that shit hits the [Gm] fans just like your words back when you [A] shone.
It's getting late in the game.
Trapped in repeating your name again [Bb] and again.
Like you're scared we'll forget it.
[G] Can't blame you.
Apart from that [A] man, you're all embarrassing.
It's all the same.
It's so late.
Can't you [Bb] get it?
And perhaps you're right in that [Gm] fear.
More sane than you're fearing [A] yourself.
The glory and cock upsets and cocks delirium.
But I say, [Bb] to me you're just sweet and fine.
Your [Gm] own roam is volatoria.
_ [F] _ _ Childhood.
_ It's nothing like [Dm] a broken home.
_ It's nothing like [Am] a tale from your hood.
It's nothing like [Em] a brick of [Am] love.
[Dm] Restriction orders.
[Am] A spoken word.
A [Dm] lie.
Disorders.
[G] A vial of love [Dm] waiting to _ die.
[C] A love that you [F] claim as you have [G] for _ yourself.
[Am] _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ Mark [Dm] _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ of the Spitfire.
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_ [Am] _ _ Mark of the Spitfire. _
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_ _ _ You're mad [A] at the masses.
You call the classes.
You rise and endure.
Show those fools [Bb] your opinion.
And build for your [G] pals your own films.
And your pills that [A] will help you proceed in your greed.
You are free of the chains.
You can kneel in your [Bb] class to adore you.
To [Em] kneel down before you.
Your flesh is [A] still young.
Your brains and your hands, they live for you.
If you can [Bb] ascend into a tree,
this is [Em] patriarchy, clerarchy.
A [A] re-humanity.
You need miles of roots to link your boots.
[Em] Don't you [Bbm] see?
You're mad [E] at the masses.
You need [F] all those sands [A] in between.
To relate to the world you've learned.
You don't know who you are [E] or who you are. _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
You need them to stay and to fly.
[Bb] To obey like the dragon.
_ [G] _ _ You raise and [A] discard and obey. _
_ _ _ _ You're [E] mad that _ there is a journey [B] in the classes.
[A] To hide their woe.
And you need it to be so.
To relax when you may [Bb] not be more than before.
He'll be all right!
[G] _ He's just too [A] understuts.
Just a sad little man with his head on his _ _ crutch.
He's [F] nothing like a broken child.
No, no.
He's nothing [Dm] like a broken home.
Nothing like a broken home.
He's nothing [Am] like a broken home.
He's nothing like _ [G] a dead [C]
ash [Dm] in orders.
[Am] A spoken port [F] of lying disorders.
[Dm] A pile of old lead, to the top.
[Am] The longer that you [F] fuck yourself up
[G] The longer [A] the spit [F] falls
_ _ The [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ longer the spit _ [F] falls _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ [A] Oh When
The longer the spit _ [F] falls _ _
[Dm] The _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
longer the spit _ [F] falls _ _ _
_ [D] Whoa
_ _ [A] _ The [Am] longer the spit _ _ [F] _ _ _
fells
[D] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ The longer the spit _ _ [F] falls _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ The [Am] lion _ _ [F] spitballs
The _
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_ spitballs
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From [D] your shit, y'all
_ You _
[Dm] _ _ just need to _ [D]
[G] spit
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