Heres To Life

Am Am G F E Am E *Horn Part A* Am How did Camus really die that night? E Am Were they right? When he died was it really his time, or was it suicide? Am And Holden Caulfield is a friend of mine E Am We go drinking from time to time, and I find it gets harder every time. F C G Am F C E *Horn Part B* Am E Three went down (But only two of them come up again) Am E The minimal is criminal but less is a sin Am E Though three went down (only two of them come up again) F E I’m not gonna play if there ain’t no way I’ll win Am E Am *Horn Solo* Am Hemingway never seemed to mind the banality of a normal life, E Am And I find it gets harder every time. Am So he aimed the shotgun into the blue, placed his face in between the two, E Am And sighed: Here’s to Life! Am Am G F E Am E *Horn Part A* F C G Am F C E *Horn Part B* Am E Three went down (but only two of them come up again) Am E The minimal is criminal but less is a sin Am E Though three went down (only two of them come up again) F E I’m not gonna play if there ain’t no way I’ll win Am C Hey there Salinger, what did you do? G Am Just when the world was looking at you Am C To write anything that meant anything, G Am You told us you were through Am C And it’s been years since you passed away, G Am But I see no plaque, and I see no grave Am C G Am And I can’t help believing you wanted it that way Am C And Vincent Van Gogh, why do you weep? G Am You were on your way to heaven but the road was steep Am C And who was there to break your fall? G Am We’re guilty, one and all Am C And I don’t know much, but I do know this: G Am With a golden heart comes a rebel fist Am C G And every single soldier wasn’t fired; Some have quit F C G Am F C E *Horn Part B* Am Am G F E Am E *Horn Part A* Am And it makes me sick when I think of it: All my heroes could not live with this E Am And I hope you rest in peace because with us you never did Am And K.DC, you were much too young and you changed my life but I draw the line E Am At suicide, so here’s to life Am E Am E *Outro*