INTRO: Eb, F#, C#, Ab, Bb, Eb, F#, Ab, C#, Eb

I'm^Eb marching through the branches in a^F# fit of wander^C#lust To s^Abee you in a black hole reaching ^Bbout for something j^Ebust ^BSilhouettes of neighbors dan^Bbcing ^C#in di^Ebsgust

I'm sure you ^Ebrecognize my noise and you h^F#eard about the ^C#Pit Been t^Abold to be afraid of everyth^Bbing that lives with^Ebin But it's m^Buch worse where you a^Bbre So will you ^C#go for ^Ebit'

I have a feeling you mi^Ebght Feeling you mi^Ebght

Somebody somew^F#here Will clean out your ^Bbwounds^C# With dirty fi^Abngers We'll bury the l^Ebie

Somebody somewhere Will clean out your wounds We'll bury the lie Bury the lie (Eb, F#, C#, Ab, Bb, Eb, F#, Ab, C#, Eb) Now we tumble down a hill to a fire with a crowd The flicker becomes thicker as we bottom out The residents don't even notice the sudden shouts When your eyes can adjust and you see what's in view Discolored and distempered smiles that seen you Do you realize we were all once like you' I have a feeling you might Feeling you might Somebody somewhere Will clean out your wounds With dirty fingers We'll bury the lie Somebody somewhere Will clean out your wounds We'll bury the lie Bury the lie (Ab, Eb, B, Bb, C#) No, no No one comes No one goes No, no No one comes No one goes

Running l^Ebies my noise and you h^F#eard about the P^C#it Been t^Abold to be afraid of everyt^Bbhing that comes wit^Ebhin

We can t^Balk about it later But I th^Bbink you've gi^C#ven i^Ebn We can t^Balk about it later But I th^Bbink you've gi^C#ven ^Ebin I had a feeling you m^Ebight Bury the l^Ebie Oh, oh

Eb, F#, C#, Ab, Bb, Eb, F#, Ab, C#, Eb

Silversun Pickups - The pit