Dirty Mattresses

G Am C Bm Em G Am I've crossed a hundred rivers today C Bm Em And did not feel a thing G Am So soft and weak, and foolishly I'd think C Bm Em That I have wisdom worth another's time G Am I stand wide open, filled with disdain C Bm Em As though I'm owed, but long ago, for someone else's sin G Am But equally disgusting is the warrior, self-aware C Bm Em Gazing through the muddy water as though it were clear C G Am No world-worn weary roads, no wounds of war C G Am We lay on dirty mattresses on the floor Em All we want is more G Am C Bm Em G Am Like blood, we flow through clogging up the veins C Bm Em Of filthy highways bleeding into cities with no names G Am Is it any wonder we cannot meet the eyes C Bm Em Of those who've built a home we helped to ruin and deny C G Am No world-worn weary roads, no wounds of war C G Am We lay on dirty mattresses on the floor Em All we want is more G Am C Bm Em G Am C Bm Em C G Am C G Am Em G Am When I come across those with both feet on the ground, C Bm Em Two strong hands, who tell of some bright future to be found G Am I start drinking myself stupid, diggin way too deep C Bm Em End up begging to be held just so I can fall asleep C G Am No world-worn weary roads, no wounds of war C G Am We lay on dirty mattresses on the floor Em All we want is more C G Am No cloaks, no masks, no necklaces of bones C G Am You'll find no magic here. It's best to be on your way home Em So get on home G Am C Bm Em