Tom: G
E|------------------------------------|
Intro:
G C D C x 3
G C D C
I saw you turn the other cheek and smile.
G C D C
I saw my father walk that lonely mile.
G C D C
I saw a girl with a guitar at the crack of dawn.
G C D C
I saw a beggar sitting in the cold with just an old Nirvana T-Shirt on.
G C D C x 2
G C D C
I saw the flames of Jupiter reach across the sky.
G C D C
I saw a preacher selling expensive lies, and didnt bother to ask him why.
G C D C
I saw four young men from nowhere change the world with yeah, yeah, yeah.
G C D C
I saw blood against the window of a florist shop somewhere.
G C D C x 2
Em
There's so many things I saw today, I don't know what do or say,
G D C
I'm scared of thinking what it means
Em
I just thought you'd like to see them too, so I bought these pictures home to you
G D Em
Stuffed in the pockets of my jeans
G D Em
Stuffed in the pockets of my jeans
G D C
Stuffed in the pockets of my jeans
G C D C x 2
G C D C
I heard the winter's first and only snowflake fall.
G C D C
I heard the sound of rustling skirts like Degas sketches in a mall
G C D C
I heard the whisper of the traffic in a hubcap down on second beach.
G C D C
I heard the crying of discarded kids, somewhere desperately out of reach.
G C D C
I heard the bells of freedom chime for black South Africa
G C C D
I heard Americans talk like Americans, pretending to be Americans,
everywhere, even in America
Em
Theres so many things I heard today, I don't know what to do or say.
G D C
I'm scared of thinking what it means
Em
I just thought you'd like to hear them too, so I bought their soundtrack back
to you
G D Em
Stuffed in the pockets of my jeans
G D Em
Stuffed in the pockets of my jeans
G D C
Stuffed in the pockets of my jeans
G C D C x 4
G C D C
I know the end is coming, and it doesnt matter when.
G C D C
I know the end is a beginning, it happens ever now and then.
G C D C
Worlds collide and tears explode.
G C D C
Our songs are S.O.S. percussion messages in Morse code
G C D C
I know the kids can hear me, there's nothing to explain
G C D C
I hear murmurs of disapproval, but they won't make me change my name again
G C D C x 2
Em
So whatever this is all about, I'll say it straight; I'll sing it out.
G C D C
We don't need no one to tell us what it means
Em
I'm sure you got some pictures too, with no one else to show them to
G D Em
Stuffed in the pockets of your jeans
G D Em
Stuffed in the pockets of your jeans
G D C
Stuffed in the pockets of our jeans
