The Winning Side
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The Airborne Toxic Event - The Winning Side Tabbed by: Jamin_Time Standard Tuning Capo: 5 Riff e--3-1---------| b------3-0-1---| g--------------| d--------------| a--------------| e--------------| Intro: C C F Riff C C F F C Well I admit to the mistakes At least privately in takes F And here's another one C I said "we'd be okay" "But that's a lie, man" F I mean.. "Hey, we're all dying.. young!!" C It's no worse off than it seems.. but it's more like a terrifying dream F And I'm serious!! C It's either whiskey, or a bong, or a car crash, or a bomb F I'm serious!! G It's the only thing I think Am When I wake up in my bed G Am When my stomach churns, as these pages turn F Is the world burnin' G Or is it only.. in my head? C On a screen on a TV On a scene in front of me F With all the white noise n the static And the stifling of the screams C This is war, this is death, this is real you better bet! F On the winning side, the winning side, The winning side, the winning side C And I'm sittin' in a train Over Brooklyn in the rain F All by myself C When a thought occurs to me.. That all these people wanna be F Just somewhere.. else C Like every day is just a loss, spent arguing with your boss F Over a coffee break C Oh and the same is true for me, I mean, one more indignity F And I’m going to break G Am Because the only thing I think when he walks out on the screen G Am He says, “The sky falls, and your duty calls” F G Man it takes some balls to be so obscene C On a screen on a TV On a scene in front of me F With all the white noise n the static And the stifling of the screams C This is war, this is death, this is real you better bet! F On the winning side, the winning side The winning side, the winning side G The right side, the right side Am Well they shipped you off, and your parents cried G And it all falls away so quietly Am When you wake up to reality.. F But Reality? G What's reality? What's reality? What's reality? C F It's a fucking bullet!! C Well I got a brother in Iraq I got no way to get him back F Like all those people in the sands, Buried in Afghanistan C I got a child in a crib I got a father in a bib F I got no pills I got no skills I got no idea what I did C I just wonder every second of every minute that passes by F Are we living? Are we dreaming? Are we winning where we die? G In a cloud of dust, in a mushroom burst Am In a series of degradations first F All alone, in a hospital bed? G Wondering what we might of done instead! C With a lifetime, lifetime F A lifetime, A lifetime C A lifetime, A lifetime F A lifetime, A lifetime G A lifetime, A lifetime Am Well, we paid our dues, and we did our time G But tell me what exactly was our crime? Am Well I stand and stood for this fallen line F While you decide who lives, who dies G C I hope you choke on all.. your... lies
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