Cifras
Pressure Machine

Tom: F

Introdução:

 F#                                                     B 
Hope'll set your eyes agleam
           F#                                                             C# 
Like four feet dangling in the stream
                 F#                                                                           B 
But the Kingdom of God, it's a pressure machine
 F#                                                           C# 
Every step, gotta keep it clean
     F#                                                     B 
A mattress on a hardwood floor
 F#                                                   C# 
Who could ever ask for more?
 F#                                                       B 
I'll get up and cut the grass
             F#                                                       C# 
Ain't nothing wrong with working class
 G#m     C#                 F#                     C#/F     D#m 
        I       I don't remember the last time
 G#m         C#   F#               C#/F   B 
        You         asked how I       was
 G#m                           C#                 F#             C#/F   D#m 
        Don't you feel the time slipping away?
                   G#m                   C# 
It ain't funny at all
                                             F#       C#/F       B 
It's gonna break your heart one day
 F#                                                             B 
Keep the debt cloud off the kids
 F#                                                   C# 
Only sunshine on their lids
 F#                                                           B 
Jiminy Cricket and Power Wheels
         F#                                           C# 
And memories of Happy Meals
 F#                                                       B 
Sometimes I look at the stars
         F#                                                     C# 
And think about how small we are
 F#                                                                           B 
Sweating it out in the pressure machine
 F#                                           C# 
Good till the last drop
 G#m         C#                     F#             C#/F     D#m 
        Why       don't you say little things?
 G#m               C#                           F#             C#/F     D#m 
        Butterflies don't just dance on a string
 G#m                   C#             F#                   C#/F           D#m 
        It feels like you clipped all their wings
                     G#m                   C#                           F#   C#/F     D#m 
And every year goes by faster than the one before

             F#                                                               B 
We've had that treadmill now for months
     F#                                                           C# 
I think she might've used it once
           F#                                                             B 
If I shut my mouth and keep the peace
               F#                                                     C# 
She'll cook my eggs in bacon grease
 F#                                                           B 
Life'll grow you a big red rose
           F#                                                       C# 
Then rip it from beneath your nose
 F#                                                                   B 
Run it through the pressure machine
         F#                                                           C# 
And spit you out a name tag memory