Cifras
Hand Over Hand

Tono: A

Introducción:

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             Am  D  C  Am  Gx2  
Am                 D  
It's the American dream
                             C                                                                              Am                         G              Am  
But if you pull on the thread, it's gonna tear at the seam
D                                                                 C  
See what I mean? We don't tend to scream
                                     Am                            G  
Baby, we just stare at the screen
Am                                                         D  
Like it's a preacherman up at the pulpit
C                                                                    Am                         G  
Some with the scars end up holding the bullwhip
Am                                              D  
Another angry kid unloading a full clip
C                                                              Am                         G  
And I could tie a pretty bow on this bullshit
Am                                                      D  
But let's not lie for another second
C                                                                 Am  
We see the trouble, we're rubberneckin
        G                              Am                                                         D  
No doublecheckin, if it's an issue we have to grapple
C                                                                            Am                    G  
The words are caught in my Adam's apple
Am                                            D  
I make my body a happy chapel
C                                                                    Am              G  
Cause every person's a tabernacle
Am                                                                         D  
But there's no feeling you gotta hide
C                                                              Am                         G  
So let's all pray to the God inside, say it now
                D                                                                                                 Am  
Never needed a hand til you needed a hand
                          F                                                                                                    G  
You never know how to walk until you understand
                  D                                                                                              Am  
Coulda been anything that you needed to be
                        F                                                                    G  
How many more do you want? How many more do you need?
Am                              D                                         C      G  
Still I wish I could break free
                          Am                         D                 C                                      G  
It?s that same old simple song I still believe
Am                            D                            C      G  
How many more do we need?
                                Am                            D  
Before it?s hand over hand
C                            G  
Love over everything
Am                                                    D  
That?s me with the long arm
                                             C                                                            Am                    G  
Screaming at the top dog, spilling my blood on the cement
Am                                    D                                                            C  
We willing to roll now, sick of getting mowed down
                          Am                                 G  
Fuck if I dope now, it?d kill me
Am                                                    D  
Cause I?d rather be known for the dealing
C                                              Am                         G  
Than known to be hooked on the feeling
Am                                                    D         C                                                         Am         G  
How many more gotta go now? How many more gotta go down?
Am                                              D                                                              C                                                                         Am  
I?ll stand in the rain witcha, just to get a little bit of glimpse of the plain picture
G                                 Am                                                              D  
People need a pinch just to get em to wake up
C                                                                                                         Am                 G  
You?ll be in a ditch before I get you to wake up, say it bruh
Am                                                      D                                                                         C              Am    G  
Whoever said it wasn?t fair, they was telling the truth
Am                                            D                                                                      C              Am    G  
I?d be a liar if I said there was nothing to prove
{Chorus}
Am                                         D  
They say we gotta know our role
C                                                         Am                 G  
Kiss the bottom of the totem pole
Am                                              D  
Set goals, and then go for gold
                  C                                                                            Am                    G  
But we hibernate and hide inside our gopher holes
                  Am                                      D  
I wanna smoke a bowl, a hand on my dick
                                          C                                                                    Am                    G  
While the other one is busy clicking the remote control
                Am                                            D                                                            C  
I'm no Dalai Lama of the sofa but I hear I gotta go to
                                                                        Am                            G  
Where the sinners face the roasting coals
                  Am                                                                         D  
You say that your heart ain't got no holes, well bitch please
C                                                                      Am                                 G  
Let's all admit that we got souls like Swiss cheese
Am                                                         D  
But wishing isn't gonna fill this abyss
                                C                                                                         Am                                    G  
And no hand over hand over fisted riches is fixin what's missing
Am                                                         D  
If I wanna kill this monotony
                             C                                                                    Am                 G  
I know the answer is a light that I got in me
                                Am                                                    D  
I got no university degree in philosophy
                                          C                                                                         Am                         G  
But I know that every baby's born with the lock and key, say it now
(Chorus)