Cifras
Promises And Pills

Tom: B

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       Gm                               Cm 
In war, combat is so heavily prepared for
       Gm 
Returning home is something no one is really there for
       Gm                                                   Cm 
Half the team is gone, and the half that makes it home
           Dm 
They gotta deal with the terrorism, in their skull
                             Gm                                                     Cm 
But there's a cure the government likes to hit them with
                         Gm 
Prescribing promises and pills
                 Cm                                 Gm 
But the side effects is no sleep, no peace
                 F                                                         Gm 
Looking for reasons for living as the war moves on
America. The System
             Gm                       Cm               Gm 
Reintegrate me, you made me a killer
                               Gm                     Cm                           Dm 
Like you could trade me for everything I've lost
                                   Gm           Cm 
And look how you made me make me
 Gm                         Cm                       Gm 
Think about me taking my own life
                   F                               Gm 
When I remember what went down
                 Cm                             F                           Dm                           Gm 
And you say that I'm the reason for the freedom of this land
           Cm                                 F                                     Dm                   Gm 
So I land in their back yard, I've got your rifle in my hand, and
 Cm                           F                                     Dm                           Gm 
They defend themselves, you know of course I do the same, so
 Cm                                                           Dm 
We go kill each other while you go about your day
(Refrão)
         Cm                             F                               Dm                     Gm 
And I don't sleep at night and I will never be the same
               Cm                     F                             Dm                           Gm 
And my wife is terrified by these details I can't explain
               Cm                           F                               Dm                                     Gm 
And my soul is beat to shit and half my friends are dead and gone.
                             Cm                                                                 Dm 
For all these fucking games you play, we pay the price with our own blood
(Refrão)
         Gm                                                   Cm 
Put a warrior in hell, now he's finally back
           Gm 
With images in his brain of every damn attack
             Gm                                               Cm 
Every bomb, every friend that's never coming home
             Dm 
Every innocent life taken, for reasons unknown
                   Gm                                                           Cm 
Then we abandon them, the same ones that did all the killing
             Gm                                                                 Cm 
We no longer deal with them, just their spouses and children
                 Gm                                                   F 
And the memories in their head from every damn mission
                 Gm 
And the war moves on
America. The System