Wilco - Ashes Of American Flags

^DThe cash machine ^Gis blue and green ^DFor a hundred in twenties ^Gand a small service fee ^EmI could spend three dollars ^Aand sixty-three cents ^DOn Diet Coca-Cola ^Gand unlit cigarettes

^EmI wonder why we listen to poets ^AWhen nobody gives a fuck ^DHow hot and sorrowful ^GThis machine begs for luck

^F#mAll my ^Glies are always ^Bmwishes ^EmI know I would ^Adie if I could come back new

^DI want a good life ^GWith a nose for things ^DA fresh wind and bright sky ^GTo enjoy my suffering

^EmA hole without a key ^AIf I break my tongue ^DSpeaking of tomorrow ^GHow will it ever come?

^F#mAll my ^Glies are always ^Bmwishes ^EmI know I would ^Adie if I could come back new

^EmI'm down on my hands and knees ^AEvery time the doorbell rings ^DI shake like a toothache ^GWhen I hear myself sing

^F#mAll my ^Glies are only ^Bmwishes ^EmI know I would ^Adie if I could come back new

^DI would like to salute ^GThe ashes of American flags ^DAnd all the fallen leaves ^GFilling up shopping bags