Tom: D riff e|---0--0--0-----0--0--0-----0--0--0-----0--0--0--------3---------- B|---2--2--2-----2--2--2-----2--2--2-----2--2--2--------3---------- G|---2--2--2-----2--2--2-----2--2--2-----2--2--2--------0---------- D|---2--2--2--4--4--4--4--5--5--5--5--4--4--4--4--------0---------- A|-0----------------------------------------------------2---------- E|--------------------------------------------------3---3---------- D and by the way you know that hope will make you strange make you blink, make you blank, make you sink G it will make you afraid of change and often blame the box with the view of the world D and the ones that fill the frame i turn it up but then i turn it off because i can't stand when they start to talk G about the hurting and killing whose shoes are we filling the damage and ruin and the things that were doing D we gotta stop, we gotta turn it all off we gotta rewind and start it up again Em riff because we fell across the fall line G D G D G ain't there nothing sacred anymore nananananananan… D somebody saw him jump but bobody saw him slip i guess he lost a lot of hope and then he lost his grip G now he's lying the freeway in the middle of this mess guess we lost another one just like the other one D optimistic hypocrite that didn't have the nerve to quit the things that kepy him wanting more until he finally reached the core Em riff he fell across the fall line G ain't there nothing sacred anymore