Capo: 4 Tuning:

People Live Here – Rise Against Standard tuning --Capo 4-- * = Strum once Em' = e|--0-------- B|--0-------- G|--0-------- D|--2-------- A|--0h2------ E|--0-------- D C ^ = e|----------------0-- B|----------------1-- G|-----2/4--2--0--0-- D|----------------2-- A|----------------3-- E|----------------3-- ------------------------------------------------------------ [Intro] Em' | C | G | G x2 [Verse 1]

Em' C G ^G My god is better than yours. Em' C G D C And the walls of my house are so thick I hear nothing at all. G D Em C G D ^ I followed you out in the storm, but it carried you off. ^CAnd I ^Gburned every ^Dpicture of ^Emyours, ^Cwas that not enough? ^D

Em' C G ^G My gun is bigger than yours, Em' C G D C So let's arm the masses and see what the bastards do then. G D Em C G D ^ Walking tall once set us apart, now we're down on all fours. ^CDo you ^Gcry my ^Dname in the ^Emdark,^C like I do yours? ^D

[Chorus 1]

These ^Amstorms are getting ^Emstronger now, ^Gtrusses all bend and ^Dsway. ^AmLightning hits, the ^Empower goes out in the ^Gfray. ^D ^CAs the waves crash high and ^Emthe shoreline^G disappear^Ds, ^CI will scream to the sky: "Hey, people live here!"^D*

Em' | C | G | G x2 1st half of "verse 2": Em C G e|---------------------------| B|---------------------------| G|------0-----0----0-----0---| D|----2-----2----0-----0-----| A|--------3----------2-------| E|--0----------3-------------| [My dreams are..] [Verse 2]

^EmMy dreams are ^Cnot unlike ^Gyours, They ^Emlong for the ^Csafety and ^Gbreak like a ^Dglass chandel^Cier.

G D Em C G D ^ But there's laughter and oh there is love, just past the edge of our fears.

^CAnd there is ^Gchaos when ^Dpush comes to ^Emshove, ^Cbut it's music to my ears. ^D

[Chorus 2]

^AmMay you be in ^Emheaven before the ^Gdevil knows you're ^Ddead. ^AmMay these winds be a^Emlways at your ^Gback. ^D ^C'Cause when we're all just ghosts an^Emd the madness o^Gvertakes us,^D ^CWe will look at the ashes and say: "People lived here.^D*"

[Bridge] D Em | G | C | C x2

^EmFrom the penthouse ^Gto the ^Choly martyr, ^EmSea to ^Gshining ^Csea, ^EmFrom the coffins ^Gfull of ^Ckindergartners, ^EmIs this what ^Gyou call ^Cfree? ^EmFrom the hate that ^Gdrips from ^Call your crosses, ^EmAre your ^Ghands so ^Cclean? ^EmAnd the wild^Gfire, it is ^Cspreading far, ^EmFrom sea to ^Gshining ^Dsea.

[End:]

When we're ^C*all j^D*ust g^Em*hosts and the m^G*adness overt^D*akes us, I will ^Cscream to the sky, yeah I'll ^Dscream to the sky, Yeah I'll ^Cscream to the sky: "Hey, ^D*people live here."

Rise Against - People live here