Monkey Wrench

15 Nov 2014

Now I’m trying to come clean, to cross the distance in between
Trying to hear the substance of your words
But you keep talking about the past, how things never last
There’s always something else you would prefer

You’re an army of one, you’ve got tanks and you’ve got guns
And you’re bound to shoot down everything that moves
You’ve got ammunition, you know it can’t be done
Things will only get worse and not improve

Let's not blame it on the time before
Let's not wrack our brains for one more
Remote possiblity or the wildest thing we could conceive
Let's not talk about the monkey wrench no more

You go tearing buildings down, you make it hard to get around
In between the rubble and the noise
And everything looks like a nail to the hammer of your brain
Nothing could ever be enjoyed

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G/C/G
G/D
G/C/G
G/D/G

G/D/C/C/D
G/D/C/C/D
G/D/Em/C
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