The Dead Days

	  		
verse 1 
    D           F#7             G                 A 
Ever since I can remember, I've been okay at best 
             D             F#7               G              A 
It seems like every day's a struggle just to get out of bed 
    D                 F#7                G                A 
As a kid, I thought it couldn't get much better than this 
           D           F#7         G                    A 
Now I'm one pessimistic son of a bitch (son of a bitch) 

Pre-Chorus 
          D         F#7           G 
It was the last thing (last thing) 
        A                    D            F#7 
My momma taught me, how could I be so naive, she said 

                     D             F#7          G 
Don't worry, kid, the dead days are on their way 
A                D           F#7            G 
Coffins line the streets, so dig your grave 
       A           D           F#7        G 
There's not a soul alive or heart to break 
      A              D        F#7       G 
'Cause we're all dead anyways, rotting away 
A                 Bm 
Soon we'll all be dead 
            A             D           F#7 
(Dead, dead, we're already dead, dead, dead, dead) 
Bm                A       G 
(Dead, dead, we're already dead, dead) 
     G       A     D 
Yeah, we're already dead
 

verse 2 
              D              F#7              G            A 
She said: "I'm sorry, now you know," I had no time to react 
            D              F#7                G              A 
Since then I been out on my own, but time was moving too fast 
         D         F#7                 G            A 
So I've accepted my fate because we're all gonna die someday 
D 
I never cared for life much anyway (anyway) 

Pre-Chorus 
          D         F#7           G 
It was the last thing (last thing) 
        A                    D            F#7 
My momma taught me, how could I be so naive, she said 
 
                     D             F#7          G 
Don't worry, kid, the dead days are on their way 
A                D           F#7            G 
Coffins line the streets, so dig your grave 
       A           D           F#7        G 
There's not a soul alive or heart to break 
      A              D        F#7        
'Cause we're all dead anyways, rotting away 
A                 Bm 
Soon we'll all be dead 
            A             D           F#7 
(Dead, dead, we're already dead, dead, dead, dead) 
Bm                A       G 
(Dead, dead, we're already dead, dead) 
     G       A     D 
Yeah, we're already dead 


Bridge 
                   F#7                             G 
And drowning to debt, paid with a shot to the head 
                       A 
Too strange for me to come to terms with 
Dm                           F/A 
She had me thinking what am I up against 
    G                             A 
Everything I ever love goes to shit 

                     D             F#7          G 
Don't worry, kid, the dead days are on their way 
A                D           F#7            G 
Coffins line the streets, so dig your grave 
       A           D           F#7        G 
There's not a soul alive or heart to break 
      A              D        F#7       G 
'Cause we're all dead anyways, rotting away 
A                 Bm 
Soon we'll all be dead 
            A             D           F#7 
(Dead, dead, we're already dead, dead, dead, dead) 
Bm                A       G 
(Dead, dead, we're already dead, dead) 
     G       A     D 
Yeah, we're already dead