Biography:
Polar Bear Club is a punk rock/post-hardcore band from Rochester and Syracuse, New York. A demo released in 2005 brought them much attention, and was a precursor to their first EP, The Redder, the Better, released in Summer 2006 on Triple Attack and Luchador Records. The EP contained catchy, pop-punk songs with lots of of opportunities for energetic sing-a-longs, and was found to be a fan and zine favorite throughout the year.
The band's debut full-length
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Sorry for how basic this is. I just figured out the chords so I figured I'd share and
maybe someone else would wanna do the rest.
It's a great song from a great album.
Religion On the Radio
Verses - G, C, Em
Verse pt 2 - A, C
Chorus - (G, A, B, D, Em) x3 A, C, D
Breakdown - C, G, D
Lyrics
I been lookin' around at abandoned cars on the side of the highway
Askin' myself are they a metaphor of the lack of drive, or dead battery eyes?
You gotta' scream to get your point across, that's our way
You gotta' scratch the skin with the youngest cut, it'll be okay
Too many nights, in the Greyhound station up North Syracuse
And the departure screen, lookin' at me like it was talkin' shit just as I walked in
Too much debt, pride, and seinging mood through American veins
The confidence of twenty fools with equal parts shame
Yeah, we were playing dead, (Ah-ah-ah)
Wanna' break my jaw, maybe break the bread (Ah-ah-ah)
Can't leave or stay, sitting on the steps (Ah-ah-ah)
It's no surprise I hear religion on the radio
We can't find any other signal
Slow, that's is how it'll go when you're buildin' somethin' that's worth the build
But keeping in mind why you started to climb, it gets harder with height
Don't you think of starting over now, what a waste
The guy in your head and the one in the mirror got a different face
Yeah, we were playing dead, (Ah-ah-ah)
Wanna' break my jaw, maybe break the bread (Ah-ah-ah)
Can't leave or stay, sitting on the steps (Ah-ah-ah)
It's no surprise I hear religion on the radio
We can't find any other signal
Woa-oh-ho-oh-oh!
Are you gonna' break down the wall
Playin' with a red rubber ball
Pick the hammer up, turn me all to dust
Break down the wall
Playin' with the red rubber ball
Pick the hammer up
Turn me all to dust
Woah, woa-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh! (Turn me all to dust)
Woah, woa-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh!
More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmania.com/religion_on_the_radio_lyrics_polar_bear_club.html
maybe someone else would wanna do the rest.
It's a great song from a great album.
Religion On the Radio
Verses - G, C, Em
Verse pt 2 - A, C
Chorus - (G, A, B, D, Em) x3 A, C, D
Breakdown - C, G, D
Lyrics
I been lookin' around at abandoned cars on the side of the highway
Askin' myself are they a metaphor of the lack of drive, or dead battery eyes?
You gotta' scream to get your point across, that's our way
You gotta' scratch the skin with the youngest cut, it'll be okay
Too many nights, in the Greyhound station up North Syracuse
And the departure screen, lookin' at me like it was talkin' shit just as I walked in
Too much debt, pride, and seinging mood through American veins
The confidence of twenty fools with equal parts shame
Yeah, we were playing dead, (Ah-ah-ah)
Wanna' break my jaw, maybe break the bread (Ah-ah-ah)
Can't leave or stay, sitting on the steps (Ah-ah-ah)
It's no surprise I hear religion on the radio
We can't find any other signal
Slow, that's is how it'll go when you're buildin' somethin' that's worth the build
But keeping in mind why you started to climb, it gets harder with height
Don't you think of starting over now, what a waste
The guy in your head and the one in the mirror got a different face
Yeah, we were playing dead, (Ah-ah-ah)
Wanna' break my jaw, maybe break the bread (Ah-ah-ah)
Can't leave or stay, sitting on the steps (Ah-ah-ah)
It's no surprise I hear religion on the radio
We can't find any other signal
Woa-oh-ho-oh-oh!
Are you gonna' break down the wall
Playin' with a red rubber ball
Pick the hammer up, turn me all to dust
Break down the wall
Playin' with the red rubber ball
Pick the hammer up
Turn me all to dust
Woah, woa-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh! (Turn me all to dust)
Woah, woa-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh!
More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmania.com/religion_on_the_radio_lyrics_polar_bear_club.html
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