The Winning Side
The Airborne Toxic EventVersion1
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Well I admit to the mistakes
At least privately in takes
And here's another one
I said "we'd be okay"
"But that's a lie, man"
I mean.. "Hey, we're all dying.. young!!"
It's no worse off than it seems..
but it's more like a terrifying dream
And I'm serious!!
It's either whiskey, or a bong, or a car crash, or a bomb
I'm serious!!
It's the only thing I think
When I wake up in my bed
When my stomach churns, as these pages turn
Is the world burnin'
Or is it only.. in my head?
On a screen on a TV
On a scene in front of me
With all the white noise n the static
And the stifling of the screams
This is war, this is death, this is real you better bet!
On the winning side, the winning side,
The winning side, the winning side
And I'm sittin' in a train
Over Brooklyn in the rain
All by myself
When a thought occurs to me..
That all these people wanna be
Just somewhere.. else
Like every day is just a loss,
spent arguing with your boss
Over a coffee break
Oh and the same is true for me,
I mean, one more indignity
And Im going to break
Because the only thing I think when he walks out on the screen
He says, The sky falls, and your duty calls
Man it takes some balls to be so obscene
On a screen on a TV
On a scene in front of me
With all the white noise n the static
And the stifling of the screams
This is war, this is death, this is real you better bet!
On the winning side, the winning side
The winning side, the winning side
The right side, the right side
Well they shipped you off, and your parents cried
And it all falls away so quietly
When you wake up to reality..
But Reality?
What's reality? What's reality? What's reality?
It's a fucking bullet!!
Well I got a brother in Iraq
I got no way to get him back
Like all those people in the sands,
Buried in Afghanistan
I got a child in a crib
I got a father in a bib
I got no pills
I got no skills
I got no idea what I did
I just wonder every second
of every minute that passes by
Are we living?
Are we dreaming?
Are we winning where we die?
In a cloud of dust, in a mushroom burst
In a series of degradations first
All alone, in a hospital bed?
Wondering what we might of done instead!
With a lifetime, lifetime
lifetime, lifetime
lifetime, lifetime
lifetime, lifetime
lifetime, lifetime
Well, we paid our dues, and we did our time
But tell me what exactly was our crime?
Well I stand and stood for this fallen line
While you decide who lives, who dies
I hope you choke on all.. your... lies
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Readable chord sheet for The Winning Side by The Airborne Toxic Event
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[C] [C] [F]
[C] [C] [F] [F]
[C]Well I admit to the mistakes
At least privately in takes
And he[F]re's another one
[C]I said "we'd be okay"
"But that's a lie, man"
I mean.. "H[F]ey, we're all dying.. young!!"
[C]It's no worse off than it seems..
but it's more like a terrifying dream
And I'm [F]serious!!
It's eit[C]her whiskey, or a bong, or a car crash, or a bomb
I'm se[F]rious!!
It's the[G] only thing I think
When I [Am]wake up in my bed
When my[G] stomach churns, as these[Am] pages turn
Is the w[F]orld burnin'
Or is it only.. in my [G]head?
On a scre[C]en on a TV
On a scene in front of me
With all the w[F]hite noise n the static
And the stifling of the screams
This is [C]war, this is death, this is real you better bet!
On the w[F]inning side, the winning side,
The winning side, the winning side
And I'm [C]sittin' in a train
Over Brooklyn in the rain
All by m[F]yself
[C]When a thought occurs to me..
That all these people wanna be
Just so[F]mewhere.. else
Like eve[C]ry day is just a loss,
spent arguing with your boss
Over a c[F]offee break
Oh and t[C]he same is true for me,
I mean, one more indignity
And Im g[F]oing to break
Because the o[G]nly thing I think when he w[Am]alks out on the screen
He says, The s[G]ky falls, and your [Am]duty calls
Man it [F]takes some balls to be so obsc[G]ene
On a s[C]creen on a TV
On a scene in front of me
With all the w[F]hite noise n the static
And the stifling of the screams
This is [C]war, this is death, this is real you better bet!
On the w[F]inning side, the winning side
The winning side, the winning side
The r[G]ight side, the right side
Well they [Am]shipped you off, and your parents cried
And it all [G]falls away so quietly
When you [Am]wake up to reality..
But Re[F]ality?
What's reality? What's r[G]eality? What's reality?
It's a fucking bu[C]llet!! [F]
Well I got a [C]brother in Iraq
I got no way to get him back
Like all those [F]people in the sands,
Buried in Afghanistan
I got a [C]child in a crib
I got a father in a bib
I got no [F]pills
I got no skills
I got no idea what I did
I just [C]wonder every second
of every minute that passes by
Are we l[F]iving?
Are we dreaming?
Are we winning where we die?
In a [G]cloud of dust, in a mushroom burst
In a [Am]series of degradations first
[F]All alone, in a hospital bed?
Wondering what we might of done ins[G]tead!
With a [C]lifetime, lifetime
[F]
[A] lifetime, [A] lifetime
[C]
[A] lifetime, [A] lifetime
[F]
[A] lifetime, [A] lifetime
[G]
[A] lifetime, [A] lifetime
Well, we [Am]paid our dues, and we did our time
But tell me w[G]hat exactly was our crime?
Well I [Am]stand and stood for this fallen line
While [F]you decide who lives, who dies
I hope you [G]choke on all.. your... [C]lies