What We Worked For

	  		Intro: A E D  A 


A 
Lost the confidence to write a song 
		    E  
So I found three simple chords 

And held them together with my weak voice 
	         D 
On an out of tune guitar 
			A 
My father gave to me 


		E 
And may Elvis turn in his grave 
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And Les Paul curse my dirty calloused fingers 
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And may the likes of this song never make 

One fucking dollar 
			   D    
Leave it for a demo tape 
            			A 
To be played until it's broken 
					  E 
And remembered only for what it was 


 			    D 
Though we gave 'em hell 
			    A 
Though we gave 'em hell 
			    E 
Though we gave 'em hell 
(2x) 


A					      E 
To my friends and enemies who could have been anything 
	      D 
Titans and heroes who found survival in cause and effect 
		  A 
Behind counters 

Behind windows 
	        E 
Striving just 

			D 
To be people with bitter ideals of justice 
	       E						    D           A 
Do we only need to keep working because it pays rent? 
	    E 
Sleeping under plastic stars glued to the ceiling 
		    D				A 
Muscles burning alcohol and nicotine 
		  	E 
Every morning 


		          D 
But we gave 'em hell 
		          A 
But we gave 'em hell 
		          E 
But we gave 'em hell 
(2x) 


                A 
There's a height beyond skyscrapers 
	    E				     D 
There's a distance beyond the freeway 
  	      A			       E 
More than pictures in a magazine 
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More than tragedy in a rock and roll song 
		E 
It's more than actions you know are safe to make 
		D			A 
It's more than money could ever buy 


  	 E 
Are we living to work and die in American cities? 
	D			 A 
And working to live and die in American cities,