INTRO D G A G

^Di was born a bitter old man who got his^G heart broken in catalonia, ^A1936^G. i haven’t felt right^D since, so i gave up on life before i a^Grrived. i knew this place wasn’t safe for anyone bu^At fascists and republicans an^Gd their apolog^Dists. ^Abut i swear to ^Ggod, i’m gonn^Da die full of ^Emnaive optimism^A; a teenager’s heartbreaking conviction ^Gthat things can be different. oh yeah, things are gonna be real ^Adifferent when we’re finished around ^Dhere. i always ^Emwanted to die ^Gyoung. ^A ^Di always ^Emwanted to die ^Gyoung. ^A ^Di always ^Emwanted to die ^Gyoung; now i feel ^Ayounger every ^Emday, and i just hope i die younger than i ^Dam^G. ^A ^G ^Di can hear you from a dozen states away ^Gshivering through a dope sick morning o^Af no money left and ^Gnothing else to s^Dteal. ^Dlord only knows that i’ve had my ^Gshare, because there were years when i was ready to^A die, but it’s only be^Gen recently that i’ve b^Deen willing to live. ^Aand i swear to g^God, i didn’t^D plan for things to^Em end up this wa^Ay. i had a teenager’s convict^Gion that i would be different. oh yeah, ^Ai was gonna be real different than the person ^Di became.

i always ^Emwanted to die ^Gyoung. ^A ^Di always ^Emwanted to die ^Gyoung. ^A ^Di always ^Emwanted to die ^Gyoung; now i feel ^Ayounger every ^Emday, and i just hope i die younger than i ^Dam^G. ^A ^G ^Dbut now living^A’s a struggl^Ge, except when it isn’t. (yeah), ^Di woke up this^A morning and i wasn’t in^G prison, ^Dbut i can’t promis^Ae that i’m far f^Grom it.

i’d still kill a man for cigarette,

^Dbut with friends like^A you, who needs ^Ghomicide? ^Dso this song goes out to a^All our homies locked ^Gdown. ^Dcome on ^Aback now, we need you ^Garound. ^Dthat judge, he ^Adoesn’t know what he?^G??s done. ^Dno, judges ^Anever know the things they ^Gdo. how could they?

Ramshackle Glory - Bitter old man