Mourning In Amerika

	  		
Half-Step Down Tuning 

Intro: D 

verse 1 
D* 
Stand by to switch on 

We fire out all pistons 
       G* 
We're singing along 

But no one is listening 
     A* 
From dusk until dawn 
                                D 
We stay up to carry the flame 
D 
And when it's all said and done 

In these alternate endings 
     G 
When nothing is love 

But the stragglers and empties 
      A 
We're sleeping it off 
                                    D  A* 
Just to wake up and start it again 

Bm 
So burn the statues to the ground 
Gm 
Start to lay your weapons down 
D 
Bound for glory on this street 
A 
But there's a bridge up overhead 
Bm 
Noise cancel, drown the signal out 
Gm 
Change channels, manufactured doubt 
D 
When the only thing we'll fight for every day 
A 
Is a better seat on a crashing... 
Gm* 
Plain to see, but hard to breathe 
A* 
The streets are full of tumbleweeds 

            D                                 G 
And now it's morning in the streets of Amerika 
Em                 A 
But we don't go outside anymore 
D                         G 
The radio blasts hysteria 
Em                            A              D 
While the television's sideways on the floor
 

verse 2 
D 
Under moonlit skies and surveillance 
G 
As we cheer from the stands in the stadiums 
A                                          D  A 
On a jumbotron we all sing along to escape 
Bm 
Once we were the lighthouse 
Gm 
To the world's most desperate ships 
             D 
But what we became was a towering flame 
             A 
Leading the moth right into it 
           Gm*               A*           *slap* 
Now we are waking up to the phone lines cut 

            D                             G 
'Cause it's morning in the streets of Amerika 
    Em               A 
And we don't go outside anymore 
    D                     G 
The radio blasts hysteria 
    Em                        A                 Bm 
While the television's sideways... on the floor
 

verse 3 
         Bm                 Gm 
With a teleprompter in our faces 
                                       D 
Yeah, we don't even know what we're saying 
                   A 
Car that's slowly crashing 
                    Bm 
And we can't  look away 
                            Gm 
Parading to the edge of the cliff now 
                                         D 
We're trying to figure out how to get down 
                           A 
While the night is fast approaching 
          Gm*              Bm*                    A* 
Would we even recognise our former lives in this artificial light? 

 D                         G 
Morning in the streets of Amerika 
 Em                    A 
But we don't go outside anymore 
 D                         G 
There's something wrong with the stereo 
 Em                  A 
And the television's sideways 
  D                                G 
We're mourning in the streets of Amerika 
  D                         G 
Mourning in the streets of Amerika 
   D                        G 
We're mourning in the streets of Amerika 
   D*                       G* 
Mourning in the streets of Amerika
 

Instrumental Outro 

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