Iron Chic - Time keeps on slipping into the cosmic future

The cycle goes ^Con and on An endless circle of ^Amscaring the shit out of ^Fme As we get ^Cstrung along Dragged 'til we're^Am nothing but cosmic^F debris

^AmAnd there's ^Fsomething wrong ^C And there's ^Gsomething wrong with everything^{Am Am}And what ^Fspurs us ^Con Will pull ^Gus apart ^{C Am F C Am F}

Just trying to ^Cfind our place Fight our way through a ^Amfour dimensional ^Fspace And our re^Cward for this Is ^Amnot knowing why we ^Fexist

^AmAnd there's ^Fnothing wrong ^C And there's ^Gnothing wrong with anything ^{Am Am}And what ^Fspurs us ^Con Will pull ^Gus apart ^C

If I can ^Cask one thing when I am dead Would you ^Dmlay me down by the river bed? ^CLet me wash away Let it t^Fake me back from where I came ^CAll I am and all I was is just ^DBlood and dirt and bones and mud And I'm ^Embetter off that ^Cway ^FI'm better off that ^Cway If I can ^Cask one thing when I am dead Would you ^Dmlay me down by the river bed? ^CLet me wash away Let it t^Fake me back from where I came ^CAll I am and all I was is just ^DBlood and dirt and bones and mud And I'm ^Embetter off that ^Cway ^FI'm better off that ^Cway