For Broken Ears
Chuck RaganVersions2
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Chords in this song
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D-DU-UDU
Where are the ones who carry their guns to the far away lands with the
blackened suns from the smokened narrow minds. The half-truth trails and the
holy lies of an empty heart and overflowing mouth, a plastic smile and a
coward's frown. Reprecussions come around when the word named free burns to
the ground somehow.
Where are the deaf and where are the dumb from the side of the tracks where
no reason comes from and the tables never bare. The water runs and momma's
always there so who separates the world from the start. Where such words
would come and such thoughts would cause a shot heard round the world. Or
just as sad never heard at all.
So down down down like a ball of flames, to the rotten core filling up with
names of hypocrites what a massive list, don't exclude yourself from it.
Don't compromise administration lies carried out and covered up with time,
carried out and turned around to shine. High on a pedestal of broken lives.
Compassion speaks loud for itself falls on broken ears and off the value
shelf into the dirt left to the wind. Coming up strong ready to begin to
obliterate the word from the start Where such words would come and such
thoughts would cause a spark that'll set a blaze and leave the embers red
until the end of days.
So down down down like a ball of flames, to the rotten core filling up with
names of hypocrites what a massive list, don't exclude yourself from it.
Don't compromise administration lies carried out and covered up with time,
carried out and turned around to shine. High on a pedestal of broken lives.
Where are the ones who carry their guns to the far away lands with the
blackened suns from the smokened narrow minds. The half-truth trails and the
holy lies of an empty heart and overflowing mouth, a plastic smile and a
coward's frown. Reprecussions come around when the word named free burns to
the ground somehow.
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Readable chord sheet for For Broken Ears by Chuck Ragan
[E] [Bsus2] [C#m] [Asus2] [Ab] [E] [E] [Bsus2] [E]Where are the ones who carry their guns to the f[Bsus2]ar away lands with the blackened suns from the sm[C#m]okened narrow minds. The h[Asus2]alf-truth trails and the h[Bsus2]oly lies of an em[E]pty heart and overflowing mouth, a pla[Bsus2]stic smile and a coward's frown. R[C#m]eprecussions come around when the [Asus2]word named free burns to [Bsus2]the ground somehow. [E] [Bsus2] [C#m] [Asus2] [Bsus2] [E] [Bsus2] [E]Where are the deaf and where are the dumb from the s[Bsus2]ide of the tracks where no reason comes from and the t[C#m]ables never bare. The wa[Asus2]ter runs and momma's a[Bsus2]lways there so who se[E]parates the world from the start. Where such[Bsus2] words would come and such thoughts would cause a [C#m]shot heard round the world. Or j[Asus2]ust as sad never hea[Bsus2]rd at all. So d[E]own down down like a [Bsus2]ball of flames, to the ro[Asus2]tten core filling [C#m]up with names of hypoc[A]rites what a [C#m]massive list, d[Ab]on'[E]t exclude you[Bsus2]rself from it. Don't c[E]ompromise administr[Bsus2]ation lies car[Asus2]ried out and covered [C#m]up with time, [Asus2]carried out and turned ar[C#m]ound to shine. [Ab]Hig[E]h on a pedestal of br[Asus2]oken lives. [E] [Bsus2] [C#m] [Asus2] [Bsus2] [E] [Bsus2] [E]Compassion speaks loud for itself falls on b[Bsus2]roken ears and off the value shelf into the d[C#m]irt left to the wind. Co[Asus2]ming up strong ready to[Bsus2] begin to [E]obliterate the word from the start Where such [Bsus2]words would come and such thoughts would cause a s[C#m]park that'll set a blaze and leave the e[Asus2]mbers red until the en[Bsus2]d of days. So d[E]own down down like a [Bsus2]ball of flames, to the ro[Asus2]tten core filling [C#m]up with names of hypoc[A]rites what a [C#m]massive list, d[Ab]on'[E]t exclude you[Bsus2]rself from it. Don't c[E]ompromise administr[Bsus2]ation lies car[Asus2]ried out and covered [C#m]up with time, [Asus2]carried out and turned ar[C#m]ound to shine. [Ab]Hig[E]h on a pedestal of br[Asus2]oken lives. [E] [B] [E]Where are the ones who carry their guns to the [Bsus2]far away lands with the blackened suns from the [C#m]smokened narrow minds. The h[Asus2]alf-truth trails and the [Bsus2]holy lies of an[E] empty heart and overflowing mouth, a [Bsus2]plastic smile and a coward's frown. [C#m]Reprecussions come around when the [Asus2]word named free bu[Bsus2]rns to the ground some[E]how.