Biografía:
State Lines is a punk band from Long Island, New York
"For The Boats" out now on Tiny Engines
www.facebook.com/statelinesband
www.statelines.bandcamp.com
www.statelinesny.tumblr.com
Read more on Last.fm
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Standard
The whole song follows the progression
| F# - - - | - - - - | B - - - | Abm - - - |
F#
You were well dressed. Some kid called you
B
"fresh to death" and I
Abm
just left
F#
Through the back door thinking, "Oh hell,
B Abm
I wanna wanna go home."
F#
But it's like you never left, yeah your rotten
B Abm
scents is on my rotting breath
F#
and it's scaring everyone to death
B
and off like a flame to the neck.
Abm
Like a lit cigarette,
F#
you're killing me with every breath,
B Abm
And every breath's another regret.
F#
You're a cigarette.
B Abm
Yeah, you're cancer in a fucking stick.
F#
And I'm sick of being chained down,
B Abm
of being chained down in this town
F#
Like everyone else around,
B Abm
hands in my pocket, always looking down.
F#
I'm sick of overpriced books.
B Abm
Sick of the classrooms filled with nothing but dirty looks.
F#
I'm sick of hating everything.
B Abm
I'm sick of every song I'll ever sing.
F#
But I know, yeah I know there's gotta be more
B Abm
Than all that surrounds me, all I abhor.
F#
Like these frat kids in snapbacks with letters of their backpacks
B Abm
Sewn on like a fucking badge. Oh, please kill me
F#
Or just promise me that theres something more
B Abm
And tell me it's waiting out my front door.
F#
I swear I would start today.
B Abm
Oh, if only I could stop the rain.
The whole song follows the progression
| F# - - - | - - - - | B - - - | Abm - - - |
F#
You were well dressed. Some kid called you
B
"fresh to death" and I
Abm
just left
F#
Through the back door thinking, "Oh hell,
B Abm
I wanna wanna go home."
F#
But it's like you never left, yeah your rotten
B Abm
scents is on my rotting breath
F#
and it's scaring everyone to death
B
and off like a flame to the neck.
Abm
Like a lit cigarette,
F#
you're killing me with every breath,
B Abm
And every breath's another regret.
F#
You're a cigarette.
B Abm
Yeah, you're cancer in a fucking stick.
F#
And I'm sick of being chained down,
B Abm
of being chained down in this town
F#
Like everyone else around,
B Abm
hands in my pocket, always looking down.
F#
I'm sick of overpriced books.
B Abm
Sick of the classrooms filled with nothing but dirty looks.
F#
I'm sick of hating everything.
B Abm
I'm sick of every song I'll ever sing.
F#
But I know, yeah I know there's gotta be more
B Abm
Than all that surrounds me, all I abhor.
F#
Like these frat kids in snapbacks with letters of their backpacks
B Abm
Sewn on like a fucking badge. Oh, please kill me
F#
Or just promise me that theres something more
B Abm
And tell me it's waiting out my front door.
F#
I swear I would start today.
B Abm
Oh, if only I could stop the rain.
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