The Wonder Years - Stained glass ceilings
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Tuning: Db Ab Db Gb Bb Eb
[Verse 1]
Like a burning Emonk
You're my light flare out in the C#mdark
You're my constant call to G#marms
Took the blindfold off
They'd Aleft chalk outlines where the future was E
It's a goddamn war of C#mattrition
It's a death by a thousand G#mcuts
And if these motherfuckers made it to Aheaven
They burned the bridge when they got across
[Chorus 1]
They're gathering Eanchors
They're gathering Brope
You push into Aheaven all alone
They're grabbing your Eankles
They won't let you Bgo
The ebb and the Adistant flow
They're cutting your Bwings off
Built you ceilings out of Astained glass
[Verse 2]
Well you Ecut like gravel in my C#mskinned knee
The wound will close eG#mventually
You'll stay as a reAminder of how fucked this world can Ebe
Held your funeral on a C#mTuesday
Holy waters, November G#mcold
The kid who pulled the Atrigger
Knew tomorrow couldn't promise him hope
[Chorus 2]
All these Ebastards are gathering Brope
You push into Aheaven all alone
They're grabbing your Eankles
They won't let you Bgo
The ebb and the Adistant flow
They're cutting your Bwings off
Built your ceilings out of Astained glass
They were cutting your Bwings off
I was Astaring at my idle hands
Maybe I could've done C#msomething
Maybe I could've made a Adifference
[Interlude]
B A x4
[Bridge 1]
[Soupy]
C#mJohn Wayne with a God comAplex Tells me to buy a gun
Like shooting a teenage Ekid is gonna solve any problems
Like it's an arms race
Like death don't mean nothing C#m
To know the heavy price of living Apoor
Walled in by red lines, backed into a Ecorner
Not knowing growing up what it's like to belong here in America
[Bridge 2]
[Jason Aalon Butler]
If everyone's C#mbuilt the same then how come building's so Afucking hard for you?
It's something we're Eall born into
Nothing's left C#mup to gray
It's black or white and Asometimes black and blue
It's something we're Eall born into, whoa-Boh
C#mNow I know what's in a name
Not just my father
Three-Afifths a man makes half of me
Why should I bother?
[Soupy]
EMerchants of misery stacking the Bdeck
Fuck your John Waynes
Fuck your God complex
[Jason Aalon Butler]
I have C#meverything in front of me
But can't reach far eAnough
To touch those fever dreams
They call AmeriEca
I am the ghetto's chosen one
The privileged bastard Bson
[Outro]
They're gathering C#manchors
They're gathering Brope
You push into Aheaven all alone
They're gathering Eanchors
They're gathering Brope
You push into Aheaven all alone
No, all alone
[End]
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