Tom: D
Introdução:
D4 D
Waging war
Bm
On the arms race of sound
Turn it down
G
Pull the plug
A
Imminent surrender
D
Ringing in the new Dark Age
Bm
Shut down the noise-aholics
G
Put down the quiet-ophobics
A
In a daydream of peace
G
In a calmness too brief
A D Bm G
My lullaby is killing
A D Bm G
My lullaby be stilling
A D Bm
It could be such sweet silence
G A
From static from violence from...
Bm G
(Volume is the modern currency
Bm G
Everyone competing for air space)
Bm
Everybody's dumb
Bm G
Shouting muddled words as though they're deaf
Bm G
(Big brother isn't watching anymore
Bm G
He knows we are distracted and absorbed)
Bm G
Broadcasting our grief Our imagination's atrophied
A7
We can't think
D Bm
If I could sing them all to sleep
G
If I could sing myself deaf
A
Wouldn't it be lovely?
Doesn't it sound perfect?
Bm G
(Every generation hates the next
Bm G
I will save the millions from a slow insufferable death)
Bm
I'll put them to sleep
G
Save them from progressive misery
A7
I'm counting
D Bm
If I could sing myself to sleep
G
If I could sing myself deaf
A
Wouldn't it be lovely?
D
Doesn't it sound perfect?
A D Bm G
My lullaby is killing
A D Bm G
My lullaby be stilling
A
Memorized
Bm D G A Bm
Involuntary I think I can change the world