| G |
| We all c | ome in from the cold |
| F |
| We | come down from the wire |
| C/E | Dsus4 |
| And | everybody warms themselves to a different | fire |
| G |
| And s | ometimes we get burned |
| F |
| You’d | think sometime we’d learn |
| C/E | Dsus4 |
| The | one you love is the one that should take you | higher |
| C | G/B | Am | G |
| You ain’t | got no one, you better | go back | out and | find her |
| G |
| Just like c | hildren hiding in a closet |
| D |
| Can’t tell what’s | going on outside |
| C |
| Sometimes we’re | so far off the beaten track |
| G |
| We get | taken for a ride |
| C | D |
| By a p | arlor trick, or some | words of wit |
| G/B | C |
| A h | idden hand up a | sleeve |
| C |
| To think the | one you love could hurt you, now |
| D |
| Is a little hard to beli | eve |
| G |
| But everybody, darlin’, sometimes bites the hand that | feed |
| G | D |
| W | hen I look around, an’ | everybody always brings me down |
| C |
| Well, is it t | hem or me, well, I just can’t see |
| G |
| But there a | in’t no peace to found |
| C | D |
| But if | someone really | cared |
| G/B | C |
| Well, they’d | take the time to s | pare |
| D |
| A moment to try and understand another one’s despa | ir |
| D | G |
| Rem | ember, in this game we call life, that no one said it’s | fair |
| C |
| Oooh ooh yeah, ah ay yeah, ow |
| G | C |
| Break | down (let me hear it now) | |
| G |
| Breakdown (let me hear you now) | |
| G | C | D |
| Break | down (let me hear it now) | | |
| G |
| I’ve | come to know the cold |
| C/E |
| When there ain’t eno | ugh of me to go around |
| Dsus4 |
| I’d r | ather be left alone |
| G |
| But if I | call you out of habit |
| F |
| I’m out of | love and I gotta have it |
| C/E |
| Would you g | ive it to me if I fit your needs? |
| G/B |
| Like | when we both knew we had it |
| G/B | C |
| And we’re b | ack out on the | run |
| C | D |
| Funny how | everything was roses when we held on to the | guns |
| G |
| Just because you’re winnin’ don’t mean you’re the lucky | one |
| G | C |
| Breakdown | (let me hear it now) | |
There goes the challenger being chased
By the blue, blue meanies on wheels
The vicious traffic squad cars are after our lone driver
The last American hero, the, the electric sin-tar
The demi-god, the super driver of the golden West
Two nasty Nazi cars are close behind the beautiful lone driver
The police cars are getting closer, closer
Closer to our soul hero in his soul mobile, yeah baby
They about to strike, they gonna get him, smash! rape!
The last beautiful free soul on this planet
But it is written if the evil spirit
Arms the tiger with claws
Brahman provided wings for the dove
Thus spake the super guru
Did you hear that?
