The Taxpayers - The windows break

^DPiles and piles of ^Asus4old magazines ^Em7Windows locked up and ^Ghidden from the street. ^DIn a crawlspace, for^Asus4gotten money. People t^Em7ensing and waiting to come^G back home. You can ^Dfeel the ^Asus4tension in the h^Em7ouse the m^Goment you walk through the^D door. ^A Sudden ma^Em7dness allow me i^Gn again.

When the ^Dfirst train ^Asus4flies past the ^E7house, miles aw^Gay the screaming ^Dstarts and it feels like a ^Asus4minefield, the n^E7eighbors silently ^Ghiding in the shadows. There's a ^Dperson locked in, be^Ahind that door - Don't let^Em7 anybody catch you ^Gturning the handle. It's a ^Dlong, long ^Bmnight. It's going to be an ^Gawful and lonely ^Anight.

Well...you can ^Dblot out the years and ^Aabandon the jungle ^EmCover up the tapes and r^Gefuse to look back, but your ^Down right ^Bmhand is not gonna ^Gsave your ^Asoul. You have been ^Emfollowed! Ah, the mec^Ghanics. All the r^Deactions that seem to ^Aattach themselves. It's been a ^Emvery very very long ^Bmyear and it's gonna be an ^Geven longer^A night.

And then a screen door ^Dslams; the windows ^Abreak. A woman just ^Em7jumps and scrapes at the ^Ghood of a car. When the ^Dcar backs up into a ^Astreetlight, all of the n^Em7eighbors call the c^Gops. She falls o^Dff and the car spee^Ads away Headed for the ^Em7border of a far away ^Gstate. D A Em7 (palm muted) It's gonna mean an hour of freedom with the radio and quarter-filled gas tank. G (palm muted, again) And a quarter filled gas tank Esus4 (muted) With the high beams on G A (unmute here) And the windows down...