Bruce Springsteen - Devils arcade

Rem^Dember the morning we d^Amug up your gun The w^Cmaj7orms in the barrel, the hanging sun Those ^Dfirst nervous evenings of ^Amperfume and gin The lost s^Cmaj7mell on your breath as I helped you get it in The ^Emrush of your lips, the f^Cmaj7eel of your name The b^Emeat in your heart, the de^Gvil's arcad^De

You^D said "Heroes are^Am needed, so heroes get made" Someb^Cmaj7ody made a bet, somebody paid The co^Dol desert morning and noth^Aming to save Just metal^Cmaj7 and plastic where your body caved The ^Emslow games of poker with^Cmaj7 Lieutenant Ray In the w^Emard with the blue walls, a s^Cmaj7ea with no name Where you lie adri^Emft with the heroes of the dev^Gil's arcad^De

You s^Amleep and you dream, your buddies Ch^Emarlie and James And wake with a thick desert d^Gust on you^Dr skin

A ^Dvoice says "don't wo^Amrry, I'm here Just w^Cmaj7hisper the word tomorrow in my ear" A^D house on a quiet street, a ^Amhome for the brave A gl^Cmaj7orious kingdom with the sun on your face Ri^Emsing from a long night as d^Cmaj7ark as the grave On a thin c^Emhain of next moments and ^Cmaj7something like faith On a mo^Emrning to order a b^Cmaj7reakfast to make A bed^Em draped in sunshine, a b^Cmaj7ody that waits For the t^Emouch of your fingers, the ^Cmaj7end of the day The b^Emeat of your heart, the ^Cmaj7beat of your heart The b^Emeat of your heart, the ^Cmaj7beat of your heart The b^Emeat of your heart, the ^Cmaj7beat of her heart The b^Emeat of your heart, the ^Cmaj7slow burning away ^EmOf the bitter fires of the d^Gevil's arcad^De