Mourning In Amerika

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


[Chorus]
            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


[Chorus]
            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?


[Chorus]
 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