Tom: C
Introdução:
C Am
Took a gander at the stars above me,
F G
closed my eyes and took a breath for free.
C Am
Never understood the nature of madness,
F G
the tragedy of the common so they say.
F G C
Are we not the ones that manifest our destiny?
F G Am
Are we not the ones to spill blood in the street?
F G
Are we not the ones that eat our young,
F C Am
destroy the land and sea,
F G
then cry for help when all is said and done?
C Am
I could never gague a world around me,
F G
I could barely scale the wall that we've built.
C Am
I shy away from hate, or at least I like to say.
F G
But Arn't all men capable of evil?
F G C
Are we not the ones that manifest our destiny?
F G Am
Are we not the ones to spill blood in the street?
F G
Are we not the ones that eat our young,
F C Am
destroy the land and sea,
F G
then cry for help when all is said and done?
F Am G C
Yeah cry for help when all is said and done.
C Am
"Well is there such a thing as revolutions?"
F G
Said the wax, collecting dust on the shelves.
C Am
Let's make a mockery of the tragedy we sell,
F G
Camaraderie of the commons must be held.
F G C
Shall we be the ones that manifest our destiny?
F G Am
Shall we be the ones that clean up all our streets?
F G
Shall we be the ones that care for young,
F C Am
and nurture land and sea,
F G
and live and die for camaraderie?
F G C
Yeah live and die for camaraderie.