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WAR ON DRUGS - Barenaked Ladies Album: Everything to Everyone Transcribed by Colin Principe colinATfirstnamelastnameabove.com A fabulous song that has quickly become one of my all-time favorites. The viaduct referred to in the song is the Bloor Street Viaduct in Toronto. I like to play this with a capo on the 3rd fret. All chords are relative to that. INTRO G C x3 G C D
GShe likes to sleep with the Cradio on DSo she can dream of her Gfavorite song EmThe one that no one has Cever sung since Dshe was small
She'll never know that she made it up She had a soul and we ate it up Thrown away like a paper cup The music falls The only flaw in her detailed plan Is where she wins back the love of her man Everyone knows that he's never coming back He took her heart and she took his name He couldn't stand taking all the blame He left her only with guilt and shame and then she cracked CHORUS
EmWon't it be Cdull when we Drid ourselves Of Gall these demons Emhaunting us To Ckeep us companyD'
In the dream I refuse to have She falls asleep in a lukewarm bath We're left to deal with the aftermath again On behalf of humanity I will fight for your sanity How profound such profanity can be
EmWon't it be Cdull when we Drid ourselves Of Gall these demons Emhaunting us To Ckeep us companyD' EmWon't it be Codd to be Dhappy like we GAlways thought we're Emsupposed to feel But Cnever seem to beD'
(For the third verse, you can either play as the first two verses or do the following)
GNear where I live there's a viaduct F/GWhere people jump when they're out of luck EmRaining down on the cars and trucks belowD
They've put a net there to catch their fall Like it'll stop anyone at all What they don't know is when nature calls, you go They say that Jesus and mental health Are just for those who can help themselves But what good is that when you live in hell on earth' From the very fear that makes you want to die Is just the same as what keeps you alive It's way more trouble than some suicide is worth Won't it be dull when we rid ourselves Of all these demons haunting us To keep us company Won't it be odd to be happy like we Always thought we're supposed to feel But never seem to be Hard to admit I fought the war on drugs My hands were tied and the phone was bugged Another died and the world just shrugged it off - Thanks very much, feel free to send along any comments, corrections!