Accidents

	  		Intro:
Am  Am7 
C   C7 


Verse 1:
Am          Am7                  Am    Am7                 C               C7 
           I'm not sure what's worse, The waiting or the waiting room 
Am        Am7          Am      Am7            C               C7 
          "You're next sir" becomes a cruel taunt to you 
Am         Am7         Am         Am7         C           C7        C       C7 
           Recycled air, the smell of sleep and disinfectant 
Am          Am7   Am    Am7      C        C7       C       C7 
           Your God is a two door elevator 

riff 

Dm                C                C7 
     Do they even cure you? (Cut me open drug me) 
Dm                 C                         C7 
     Or is it just to humor us before we die (Repair all my defects) 
     Am     Am7  Am    Am7       C             C7             C           C7 
     If only we could            heal ourselves (Whoa whoa whoa...) 
      Am    Am7     Am                Am7           C          C7 
      We wouldn't    need to be hooked up to these machines (Whoa whoa whoa...) 


Am 
Whoa whoa whoa. 
Am              C 
Whoa whoa whoa. 

Am 
Whoa whoa whoa. 
Am              C 
Whoa whoa whoa. 

Am 
Whoa whoa whoa.    ( Let's redefine ) 
Am              C 
Whoa whoa whoa.     ( Let's redefine ).         6X 
N.C. 
What it means to heal ! 

riff 
Dm                C                C7 
     Do they even cure you? (Cut me open drug me) 
Dm                 C                         C7 
     Or is it just to humor us before we die (Repair all my defects) 
     Am     Am7  Am    Am7       C             C7             C           C7 
     If only we could            heal ourselves (Whoa whoa whoa...) 
      Am    Am7     Am              Am7                 C          C7 
      We wouldn't    need to be hooked up to these machines (Whoa whoa whoa...) 




Whoa whoa whoa...