1. White Crosses Intro C, F, C, G, C Verse

^CI wake up in the morning and I drink from the fountain. I wake up in the morning with the same unanswered questions. I don't kn^Fow what's going to c^Gure my unsettled st^Comach.

Street kids collect spare change in a conch shell on the side walk; their teeth are yellow, their hair is tangled.

Their m^Finds are vapid and they la^Gugh wild in their dep^Cravity. ^DmI'll make my w^Gay back home to you^C, head north on San M^Farco Avenue. ^DmWhite crosses on the ch^Gurch lawn,^C I want to sm^Fash them all. ^CI want to sm^Fash them all.

C, F, C Pony tails swinging back and forth behind beach blonde college girls out for a jog.

Saint ^FAugustine, shine your l^Gight down on me! ^C Pop hits from the 90's echo out of tourist filled bars. I am met with arms crossed under d^Firty looks, I am tr^Geated like a common th^Cief.

Chorus

^AmEaves-dropping in on conversation, I wander aimless leering at strangers. ^FStrung out on the amphetam^Gines that you gave to m^Ce. ^AmEye-balled with suspicion by a pencil skirt in high heels, you realize that you're talking to yourself. ^FCannon fire expl^Godes out over the b^Cay.

Chorus ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- 2. I Was A Teenage Anarchist Capo 3 Verse1:

^GI was a teenage anarchist ^GLooking for a revolution ^EmI had the style, I had the ambition ^EmRead all the authors I knew the right slogans ^GThere was no war but the class war ^GI was ready to set the world on fire ^EmI was a teenage anarchist ^EmLooking for a revolution

Chorus:

^GDo y^Dou r^Cemember when you were yo^Gung And you wanted to ^Dset the world on f^Cire ^GDo y^Dou ^Cremember when you were y^Goung And you wanted to ^Dset the world on ^Cfire

Verse2:

^GI was a teenage anarchist ^GBut the politics were too convenient ^EmIn the depths of their humanity ^EmAll I saw was bloodless ideology ^GWith freedom as their doctrine ^GGuess who was the new authority ^EmI was a teenage anarchist ^EmBut the politics were too convenient

Chorus:

^GDo y^Dou r^Cemember when you were yo^Gung And you wanted to ^Dset the world on f^Cire ^GDo y^Dou ^Cremember when you were y^Goung And you wanted to ^Dset the world on ^Cfire When you were y^Goung And you wanted to ^Dset the world on f^Cire

Verse3:

^GI was a teenage anarchist ^GBut then the scene got too rigid ^EmIt was mob mentality ^EmThey set their rifle sights on me ^GNarrow visions of autonomy ^GYou want me to surrender my identity ^EmI was a teenage anarchist [stop] The revolution was a lie

Chorus:

^GI was a teenage anarchist (4x) -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

3. Because Of The Shame Intro:

W^Dhoa ^Aoh oh oh w^Ghoa w^Dhoa ^Aoh oh oh w^Ghoa W^Bmhoa ^Aoh oh oh w^Ghoa ^DWhoa^A oh oh oh ^Gwhoa We used to get hi^Dgh together, instead of getting hi^Ggh alone. I can't rem^Bmember the last time I saw you. I can't rem^Aember the last time we talked. You left h^Dome for a fresh start, working as a waitress down in ^GBradenton. With my n^Bmame tatto^Ao'd into your s^Gkin.

Because of the s^Dhame I as^Gsociate with vulnerability I am ^Bmnumbing myself compl^Bm/Aetely. Can you he^Gar me right now? I watched your ^Dmother bury you today, with ^Gtears in her eyes^G/A. well, It ^Bmwasn't her words that sh^Aook me, it was the res^Gemblance you shared.

W^Dhoa ^Aoh oh oh w^Ghoa X2 Don't it se^Dem so detached and unreal? Don't it s^Geem so far away? Like the ^Bmpast never happened, or like no^Athing's ever changed. With your ca^Dsket open in front of me, your eyes cl^Gosed and your lips silent. With my n^Bmame tatt^Aoo'd into your s^Gkin.

^DWhoa^A oh oh oh ^Gwhoa x2 I didn't li^Dsten to the preacher. I couldn't look your h^Gusband in the eyes. I'm not ^Bmsure what I meant to you then, so I'm not s^Aure what I owe you now. But if so^Dmething I said hurt you I swear it was ^Gnot my intention. With your ^Bmname tat^Atoo'd into my ^Gskin. With your ^Bmname tat^Atoo'd into my ^Gskin.

^DWhoa^A oh oh oh ^Gwhoa w^Dhoa ^Aoh oh oh w^Ghoa W^Bmhoa ^Aoh oh oh w^Ghoa ^DWhoa^A oh Can you he^Gar me right now?^A Can you he^Gar me right now?^A ^D

----------------------------------------------------------------------------- 4. Suffocation INTRO/VERSE: Bm D

We were ^Bmyoung heartbreakers estranged from our wealthy parents, doing ^Dkey bumps in a handicap bathroom. ^BmStoned complacent, ambivalent, ^Dmass communicating with shared subconscious.

CHORUS:

Suffoc^Dation. ^A ^GModern life in the western ^Dworld.

D A G

^BmHomosexual sons of unfulfilled fathers. ^DDivorced from reality, free and young. We were ^Bmbashing our brains out on a kitchen cabinet. It was a ^Dtelevised crucifixion.

Suffo^Dcation. ^A ^GModern life in the western ^Dworld.

D A G BRIDGE: Bm D

We were ^Bmstar-crossed, we were destitute. Our ^Dwords spoke mass destruction. We watched ^Bmthe sun rise in the morning. Daughters in ^Darm, we all are orphans.

Suffo^Dcation. ^A ^GModern life in the western ^Dworld.

D A G

In the western ^Dworld. ^A ^G D A G

G D ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- 5. We're Breaking Up

^BThis is the only voice I k^Enow. ^C# ^B ^BThese are the only words I h^Eave.

F# E

This is^E the only way I know how to say, we're not in love anymore.

^DIt's the same way that it's always b^Geen, The dynamic to the relationship never changes. It's the same way that it's always been, The dynamic to the relationship never changes.

^BWe used to like all the same ba^Ends. ^C# ^B ^BWe used t^Eo have all the same friends.

^F#What do we have left in common? Just shared memo^Eries of good times long since p^Bast. (Long since pa^Est)

^DIt's the same^G way that it's always been, The dynamic to the relationship never changes. It's the same way that it's always been, The dynamic to the relationship never changes.

^AYou can't get w^Ghat you want from me, and I can't get what I need from you.

^DThis is t^Ghe only voice I know. ^DThese are the only words I h^Aave.

^AThis is the o^Gnly way I know how to say, we're breaking up.

^DIt's the sam^Ge way that it's always been. It's the same way that it's always been.

^AI'm not giving up on us. ^GI'm not giv^Ding up on us.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------- 6. High Pressure Low Intro: B F# E X4 E (low) Eb C#

There was a h^Bigh pressure low developing off the coast of Africa, u^Eplift in the atmosphere pushed waves across the ocean towards An^Btilles and Bon Air. F# E E F# E(low) I paced in Agitation. I d^Brew the curtains closed.

I turned the air conditioner on.

I pressed a w^Earm wash cloth to my face. B Bb-B F# E E F# Ab F# Somewhere out there a hurricane was coming.

There's ju^Est no future left for us to d^Bream^F# of, living in an e^Era of in^Bstabi^F#lity. So c^Eaught up in the culture of their rivals, fear br^Beeds in honest ^F#men. It's a high pressure l^Bow.^F# It's a h^Eigh pressure l^Bow.^F# ^E

^B7 missiles flying over the sea of japan. ^ETales of feral children sleeping in wolf dens. And the p^Bious preacher commands. F# E E F# E (low) I hold my breath in anticipation. I^Bnto the shelter of the jungle noble savages run. V^Eestal virgins triumph over life long inhibitions. B Bb -B F# E E F# Ab F# And I wonder, what is real? What is fiction?

There's ju^Est no future left for us to d^Bream^F# of, living in an e^Era of in^Bstabi^F#lity. So c^Eaught up in the culture of their rivals, fear br^Beeds in honest^F# men. It's a high pressure l^Bow.^F# It's a h^Eigh pressure l^Bow.^F# ^E

Would ^Danyone forgive Robert McNamara? In r^Getrospect he had to admit; there was mis^Dtake in going to war without first asking all the q^Auestion^Gs.^A Yes, ^DRobert Strange McNamara, there are t^Ghose who just cannot forget. D C#2-D A G A And I wonder, have I lost my own compassion?

There's j^Gust no future left for us to dr^Deam o^Af, living in ^Gan era of instabil^Dity^A. So caught up in the c^Gulture of their rivals, fear br^Deeds in honest m^Aen. It's a high pressure l^Dow. ^A It's a h^Gigh pressure l^Dow. ^A It's a h^Gigh pressure l^Dow. ^A It's a h^Gigh pressure l^Dow. ^A ^G

Outro: G F# E-F#-E D A D ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- 7. Ache With Me Standard tuning, capo on 6th fret. C Am (4x) F Dm (2x) Verse:

^CI've walked down high streets looking^Am through windows. I've ^Cbeen lost in c^Amrowds of strangers. ^FSearched record shops and^Dm cosmetic aisles, ^Fphone books, want ads, ^Dmbus stops and libraries. ^CNewspaper headlines, ^Ammannequin faces, ^Ctelevision stations, ^Ambillboard advertisements. ^FYour voice echoes in the ^Dmback of my mind. ^FI see your face when I ^Dmclose my eyes.

Chorus:

Verse:

^CThrough bar rooms, cafés,^Am jail cells and court rooms. ^CTheaters, restaurants, g^Amraveyards and churches. I've ^Fspent every dollar that ^DmI've ever earned. I'll ^Fbleed my heart out, I'll^Dm give every word. ^CI've asked preachers, ^Amdoctors and lawyers, ^Csocialites, pariahs, ^Ammothers and fathers. ^FYou may not find ^Dmall that you're after, ^Fin the end I ^Dmhope it doesn't matter.

Chorus:

^FDo you share the same ^Gsense of de^Cfeat? Have you realized ^Fall the things you'll never be? ^DmIdeals turn to ^Gresentment, open ^Cminds close up with ^Fcynicism. ^FI've got no judgment for you. Come on and ache with ^Gme. ^Am ^C ^FDo you share the same ^Gsense of de^Cfeat? Have you realized ^Fall the things you'll never be? ^FI've got no judgment for you. Come on and ache with ^Gme. ^Am ^C Come on and ache with ^Gme. ^Am ^C Come on and ache with ^Gme.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------- 8. Spanish Moss CHORUS:

You just need to ^Cfind some place to get a^Gway. You can forget your ^Dname. And there's no need to a^Fpologize. ^CWHOAS

VERSE:

It could be a ^Cgood life. It could be such a very good life. We could find a ^Fplace for just me and you. Need some place to ^Cstay safe, need some place to stay safe and warm. Why ^Fdon't we deserve the same?

CHORUS

Look into the ^CSpanish moss. Let your mind conjure up old ghosts. Ride you ^Fbike through lost Florida streets. Everything we've ^Csaid and done, can be so easily forgotten. You can ^Falways change who you are.

CHORUS BRIDGE:

I caught a glimpse ^Fof this life, it could be such a ^Dvery good life. ^G We could find a place for just me and ^Fyou. But it's not ^Fyours to keep. Yeah, the truth will tear your ^Dheart out. In a ^Gworld run by gangsters you're^F stuck standing in a bread line.

CHORUS ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- 9. Rapid Decompression Intro: C

^CHow ^Gmuch is too ^Cmuch? ^CI'm tired of ^Gpredicting to ^Close.

But ^Fbefore you point your ^Cfinger, ^Fbefore you cast your ^Cstones,

F# (slide to) G take a look at yourself.

How can you expect from someone what you won't do yourself?^C G F C D

There's no ^Cbottom to ^Gyour reality.^C Your ^Cdesperation is ^Gutter and complete.^C

What you can't ^Flove about your^Cself you have to ^Fsteal from someone ^Celse; F# (slide to) G C and what you can't steal you have to deny.

G F C D C (palm mute)

Rapid Decom^Cpression. G x2 Rapid Decompression.

Rapid ^FDecompres^Csion. Rapid ^FDecompres^Csion.

F# (slide to) G C Sometimes it feels like your whole world is coming to an end.

^G ^F ^C ^DComing to an ^Cend ^G ^F ^C ^DComing to an ^Cend.

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Don't let them b^Ereak you. ^B Don't let them te^All you who you a^Are. Doesn't matter where you c^Eome from, ^B you'll always have a fl^Aoor to sleep on. ^A And you have your bam^Eboo bones, ner^Bvous energy, bli^And ambition, s^Akin of your teeth. Push b^Eack, push back, push b^Back, with every word and every br^Aeath.

What ^C#mgod doesn't gi^Ave to you, you've got to ^Ego and get for yo^Burself.

I'm embarrassed to ad^Emit it, I^B've got no grip. I'm le^Aading with my j^Aaw. Can you see it from a dis^Etance? Does it look rid^Biculous? I guess that's j^Aust what I have to live w^Aith. Still I have a m^Eind to think, kn^Bees to break, you sta^Anding beside ^Ame. I'm going to push b^Eack, push back, push b^Back, with every word and every b^Areath.

What ^C#mgod doesn't g^Aive to you, you've got to ^Ego and get for yours^Belf.

On Last "What god..." part play:

What ^Egod doesn't ^Bgive to you, you've got to ^Ago and get for yourself ^Amfor you^Abrself ^C#

Against Me! - White crosses