Benjamin Tod - Cannon fodder

^CBloodstains on my ^Gcollar ^Empowders on my ^Cdollars ^CFilthy haze and ^Gsomething strange ^Emstuck beneath my ^Dsus2skin And I^C miss the past and^G your sweet laugh^Em ringing from th^Ce holler Oh but ^Emwhat a waste to ^Cdream and chase for ^Cwe are ^Dcannon ^Emfodder

^COooooh ^Ghow we all pre^Em7tend Al^Gthough we know ^Emnot a soul will ^Gbe there in the ^Em7end It’s ^Gfunny how a ^Dsus2bottle feels ^Ccloser than a ^Em7friend ^GNever holds ^Dback and ^Calways gives ^Gin ^{C G}

^CWho you are ^Gnow is a ^Emwarm and distant ^Cfeeling ^CKeeps my ears ^Gringing like a ^Emgunshot on the ^Dporch ^CIn our prime we ^Gboth may find ^Emsomething to be^Clieve in But it’s ^Emcuring time and ^Cmy last dime’s gonna ^CPut me ^Dthrough the ^Emceiling

^COooooh ^Ghow we all pre^Em7tend Al^Gthough we know ^Emnot a soul will ^Gbe there in the ^Em7end It’s ^Gfunny how a ^Dsus2bottle feels ^Ccloser than a ^Em7friend ^GNever holds ^Dback and ^Calways gives ^Gin ^{C G} G D C G* Never holds back and always gives in