Bricks
American WarVersion1
90
Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
White were the walls that encased my body
White were the hands that locked me inside
White was the color of every other stripe
Of the flag that watched over our dreams
If labels are limits, then those sirens are blaring
Behind us as we fly on by
Screaming, "Get back here you dirty sons of bitches
Can't you read that fucking sign?"
White were the sheets upon which I slumbered
White were the lights that awoke me
White was the noise that echoed down the hallway
And silently rattled through my brain
If labels are limits, then we're crashing right through that
Glass ceiling overhead
And the janitors keep the brooms and dustpans in the closet
And smile wide-eyed towards the sky
(strum all chords once in final verse)
If labels are limits, then we're crashing right through that
Glass ceiling overhead
And the janitors keep the brooms and dustpans in the closet
And smile wide-eyed towards the sky
Smile wide-eyed towards the sky
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Readable chord sheet for Bricks by American War
[C] [F] [C] [G] [C] [F] [Am] [G] [F] Wh[C]ite were the walls that enc[F]ased my body Wh[C]ite were the hands that loc[G]ked me inside Wh[C]ite was the color of ev[F]ery other stripe [Am]Of the flag that wat[G]ched over our dr[F]eams If la[C]bels are li[G]mits, then those si[Am]rens are bl[F]aring Behi[C]nd us a[G]s we fly on [Am]by Screaming, "G[C]et back he[G]re you di[Am]rty sons of bi[F]tches [C]Can't you re[G]ad that fuc[Am]king si[F]gn?" W[C]hite were the sheets upon wh[F]ich I slumbered W[C]hite were the lights that aw[G]oke me W[C]hite was the noise that ech[F]oed down the hallway And si[Am]lently rat[G]tled through my br[F]ain If lab[C]els are lim[G]its, then we're cra[Am]shing right thro[F]ugh that Gla[C]ss cei[G]ling over[Am]head And the jan[C]itors keep the br[G]ooms and dus[Am]tpans in the c[F]loset And sm[C]ile wide[G]-eyed towards the [Am]sky [C] [F] [C] [G] [C] [F] [Am] [G] [F] (strum all chords once in final verse) If l[C]abels are l[G]imits, then we're c[Am]rashing right th[F]rough that Gla[C]ss cei[G]ling over[Am]head And the jan[C]itors keep the br[G]ooms and dus[Am]tpans in the c[F]loset And sm[C]ile wide[G]-eyed towards the [Am]sky S[C]mile wide-[G]eyed towards the s[Am]ky