Biography:
Pat "the bunny" Schneeweis used to play guitar and sing in the Tucson, USA punk band Ramshackle Glory. In October 2011 he released solo versions of the Ramshackle Glory songs under his own name as a fundraiser to help Ramshackle Glory get a tour van.
Besides Ramshackle Glory, Pat used to be a member of the rap collectives Playtime Posse and Bootycastle. He was a working contributor to indie pop group One Man Romance.
In the past, Pat "the bunny"
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Other songs:
- Take My By The Hand And Lead Me Through This Disaster
- A Glorious Shipwreck
- Anarchy Of Dirt
- Cocoon Music
- Dont Chicken Out Pt 2
- For The Sake Of The Ashes
- I Dont Know
- Im Going Home
- Im Not A Good Person
- Im So Lonesome I Could Cry
- Lets Take A Ride Like We Used To
- Make Total Destroy
- Run From Whats Comfortable
- Someday I Will The Longing
- Song For A Chicken Named Jenny
- Song For A Netflix Account
- Song For The Stray Cat On The Fence
- Take Me By The Hand And Lead Me Through This Disaster
- Teenage Anarchist
- The Club Hits Of Today Will Be The Show Tunes Of Tomorrow
- The Hand You Reach Out Is Empty As Mine Is
- This City Is Killing Me
- Time To Wake Up
- Times Worth Living The Tension
- We Dont Get Tired We Get Even
- We Were Young Once
- Well Get Arrested Or Shot The Defeat
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(The chords repeat over the whole song with slight improvised changes between from Pat)
[Intro]
C G Am F x2
C G Am F
I got sober like a man drowning
C G Am F
like a fish breathing, like Dracula sunbathing
C G Am F
in a place where the ground itself will stab you
C G Am F
the land itself will cut you, it will kill you if it's able
C G Am F
I arrived so certain I was ready
C G Am F
but nowadays I think there is no hurry
C G Am F
to return to the anarchism of the worms
C G Am F C
without God or Master there, six feet underneath the earth
G Am F C G Am F
the anarchy of dirt
C G Am F
I keep living like a crosswire
C G Am F
like sabotage, like a lock glued shut
C G Am F
the ones like us seek each other like a brick finds glass
C G Am F
like a fascist meets a grave, like sharks to blood
C G Am F
we gather what we can of shattered selves and face each other
C G Am F
I'll let the darkness speak for me when my bones won't listen
C G Am F
'til I return to the communism of the worms
C G Am F C
without God or Master there, six feet underneath the earth
G Am F C G Am F
the commune of the dirt
C G Am F x4
C G Am F
I sleep at night like a flaming tire
C G Am F
like city traffic blocked, like bottles at police
C G Am F
I wake up and tell myself, “live like you mean it”
C G Am F
I don't know the stakes I play, but they're worth everything to me
C G Am F
and I know that you're always tired comrade
C G Am F
just hold on a bit longer and I promise that we'll sleep
C G Am F
when we return to the anarchism of the worms
C G Am F C
without God or Master there, six feet underneath the earth
G Am F C
the anarchy of dirt
G Am F C
the commune of the dirt
[Intro]
C G Am F x2
C G Am F
I got sober like a man drowning
C G Am F
like a fish breathing, like Dracula sunbathing
C G Am F
in a place where the ground itself will stab you
C G Am F
the land itself will cut you, it will kill you if it's able
C G Am F
I arrived so certain I was ready
C G Am F
but nowadays I think there is no hurry
C G Am F
to return to the anarchism of the worms
C G Am F C
without God or Master there, six feet underneath the earth
G Am F C G Am F
the anarchy of dirt
C G Am F
I keep living like a crosswire
C G Am F
like sabotage, like a lock glued shut
C G Am F
the ones like us seek each other like a brick finds glass
C G Am F
like a fascist meets a grave, like sharks to blood
C G Am F
we gather what we can of shattered selves and face each other
C G Am F
I'll let the darkness speak for me when my bones won't listen
C G Am F
'til I return to the communism of the worms
C G Am F C
without God or Master there, six feet underneath the earth
G Am F C G Am F
the commune of the dirt
C G Am F x4
C G Am F
I sleep at night like a flaming tire
C G Am F
like city traffic blocked, like bottles at police
C G Am F
I wake up and tell myself, “live like you mean it”
C G Am F
I don't know the stakes I play, but they're worth everything to me
C G Am F
and I know that you're always tired comrade
C G Am F
just hold on a bit longer and I promise that we'll sleep
C G Am F
when we return to the anarchism of the worms
C G Am F C
without God or Master there, six feet underneath the earth
G Am F C
the anarchy of dirt
G Am F C
the commune of the dirt
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