G D
I go for drinks with the thieves on these streets
G D
They take what they want and then they let me free
G D
I used to be a well respected man,
Em G A
From New York City to San Fran
G D A
I write about the visions I see
G D
While you do penance for the Lord
A
Down on your knees
G D
That stuff is going to kill you
A D
But it probably won't tonight
G A D
So I sit back and you get high
G D
I play the guitar and you sing your songs to me
G D
7 hours awake and 17 asleep
G D
You used to be a confidant girl
Em G A
Before I came into your world
G D A
I write about the visions I see
G D
While you do penance for the Lord
A
Down on your knees
G D
That stuff is going to kill you
A D
But it probably won't tonight
G A D
So I sit back and you get high
G D
That stuff is going to kill you
A D
But it probably won't tonight
G A D
So I sit back and you get high
Em
Camouflaged by pretty faces
A
Dying cells and flooding basements
Em A
No one really knows where we are
Em
So let's make a run for it
A
Swim back up to the surface
Em A
I'm terrified of leaving you alone
G D A
I write about the visions I see
G D
While you do penance for the Lord
A
Down on your knees
G D
That stuff is going to kill you
A D
But it probably won't tonight
G A D
So I sit back and you get high
G D
That stuff is going to kill you
A D
But it probably won't tonight
G A D
So I sit back and you get high