About some now old times

 Serendipity strikes again

There's worse ways to live life my friend

But these days it's a rifle till the end

It's a rifle till the end

It's a rifle  


I left some words on paper

Happiness you don't have to pay for

Oh woah oh oh woah oh

Just for you to pay it forward

Like you would your boss with some boredom 

Oh woah oh oh woah oh

The economy's in apathy

Don't believe the hope it's no match for me

Oh woah oh oh woah

We live in a dead society

Where their debts get high off me

Oh woah oh oh woah oh

If I called you the truth would U lie with me 

If I called you beauty is truth would lie for me 

Oh woah oh oh woah oh

Or would U just say it's been John Donne before

Like a C chord

Oh woah oh oh woah oh


Chorus


(Now over a sweep picking riff)

We could go out and do whatever

Fuck around forever

But is there any point we haven't already smoked

Is there anything we can tell we haven't already joked

Behind their

Backs to us

There's no truth here just a factual lust

And a common fear

Cowardice and how we dressed

Something up as nothing

Poetry, but there's no justice

Just me off my tits


Bar chords for a chunkier

 feel chorus

Riff 

Chorus 

Riff times two

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