Tuning: Open C (CGCGCe), Capo 9

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    C         D         E         B      A

Intro: C  D  E  D  C  B

Verse 1:
E                                                     D
It's a midwinter Friday and there's not a car on this highway
                                 C
That wouldn't hit me just to get home.
                                                        B
I'm riding punch lines and dregs from the pouch that we split
somewhere back on Punt Road.
E                                    D
And the big neon signs they all intertwine
                                              C
With the passing cars' headlights burning my eyes.
                                             B
In this city of excuses, dead palm trees and useless transport,
          A                    B
I use my legs to get to you on time.

Chorus:
    A                          B                          C
But silence speaks louder than words that we don't understand,
               E           D          A
And I know the language is made out of
         B                       C
One upmanship and slight of hand.
          A    B    C                            A
But it's all we've got to explain how they made us,
E         D                A
Unable to explain how they made us.
E         D               E  D C B
Unable to explain how they

Verse 2:
E                                        D                        
And I'm naked except for donations, rank revelations,                                
                                    C
My own bad behavior, pissing off the neighbours.
                                            B
Lying to colleagues about how interesting I am,
                                     E
Just so part of me is nothing like them and
                                         D 
The clubs up on Swan Street pulse to the backbeat 
of violence and sadness 
              C
and god awful sweat heat.
                                                 B
They tarnish reputations and they smash up train stations,
So angry they forgot what they were angry about.
A                                   B
This city is a punching bag for the punished to let something out.
A                    B                    E              
But how can you stay mad when the red sun spits straight 
D           C
through the clouds 
     B
like this?
        A
And the cold bites my skin.
    B
And you bit my upper lip.

Chorus 2
    A                          B                          C
But silence speaks louder than words that we don't understand,
               E           D            A
And I know the language is made out of
         B                       C
One upmanship and slight of hand.
          A    B    C                              A
But it's all we've got to explain how they made us,
  E         D                A
Unable to explain how they made us.
  E         D             C
Unable to explain how they