E C#2 C2 D2 (x2)
        E                                            F#
          And when I wake up in the morning
        C2                                            E
          To feel the daybreak on my face
          There's a blood that's flowin' through the feeling
          With a knife to open up the sky's veins

                            E                                    C#2
                            Some things will never change
                                            C2
                            They just stand there looking backwards
                                          D2
                               half unconscious from the pain

                            It may seem re-arranged
                            In the backwater swirling there
                               is something that'll never change

          And when I shoulda' been gone a long time
          Laughs and says I find ways
          Just when we're sheltered under paper
          The rockets come at us sideways

                            Some things will never change
                            They just stand there looking backwards
                               half unconscious from the pain

                            It may seem re-arranged
                            In the backwater swirling there
                               is something that'll never change
                                                                                        F2 G2

                                            A2           E
                                            Hey, I'm blind
                                            C2         D2
                                            Good... fine
                                            Roll the time
                                            On whose dime?
                                                   *Solo*   (chorus)

          And when I wake up in the morning
          To feel the daybreak on my face
          There's a blood that's flowin' through the ceiling
          With a knife to open up the sky's veins

                            Some things will never change
                            They just stand there looking backwards
                               half unconscious from the pain

                            It may seem re-arranged
                            In the backwater swirling there
                               is something that'll never change

                            Some things will never change
                            They just stand there looking backwards
                               half unconscious from the pain

                            It may seem re-arranged
                            In the backwater swirling there
                               is something that'll never change...

                                                                                              E C#2 C2 D2 (x4)  E