Social Siberia - Lone gunman (www.myspace.com/socialsiberia)
tabbed by: Mikael Thunborg.
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/|| Em-minor and capo 4 ||\
Verse 1:
The road, little friend strip-searched our faith,
and broke our bones.
It's hard to lock it up, when it's hurting over and over,
and heals once again.
In broken homes,you're serial numbered, same kind of house.
They're all the same kind adoring the streets,
but they need the same cover because they play the same cards.
Bridge:
But the sun is set for now, sacred blood hangs around your neck.
Sincerely written notes to ode your quest.
The sundance kid has blessed your path,
sons of villians hail your sins,
the sincerity will be written in the stars.
Chorus:
It's a short way to hell,
the siren is gone.
It's a quick breath to take,
but thick air to breath.
verse 2:
In the night when no one is around, playing with your feelings
like they didn't know it was there.
I know I must get back to under wide wings,
it's time to sober up and pray for cold winds.
In broken homes,you're serial numbered, same kind of house.
They're all the same kind adoring the streets,
but they need the same cover because they play the same cards.
Bridge:
But the sun is set for now, sacred blood hangs around your neck,
sincerely written notes to ode your quest.
The sundance kid has blessed your path,
sons of villians hail your sins,
the sincerity will be written in the stars.
Chorus x2:
It's a short way to hell
The siren is gone
It's a quick breath to take
but thick air to breath