The Aclu Defends White Nationalists

D G Bb D A D G Bb D A D D G Bb D A D So, I'm waiting on a train to take me away to New Orleans G Bb D A D I know that that's pretty cliche, but oh well, what isn't these days? D G Bb D A D D G Bb Now, I hear him singing like he's Sam Cooke D A D Or something about how he don't know them history books G Bb D A D Oh, and if nobody does anymore, what was it all even for? G D A Oh, and the train kids, well they kicked me out of my squat and I got nowhere to stay G D A But I was kinda tired of stepping on their dirty needles anyway D So, baby it's all okay D G Bb D A D G Bb D A D D G Bb And I'm told being sober is a hell of a trip D A D Standing right when you're used to the spins D G Bb And who am I to tell them they're wrong? D A D Well, I've never been able to stay sober for long D G Bb D A D D Oh, 'cause it's a never-ending G Bb D A D Shit cyclone cycle of some sick, sad palindrome G Bb D Where you can look at your life: look at it any way, A D But it always reads the same G D A And the young Republican stole the cigarette right from out of my hand G D A But if he and his friends only knew where these dirty, old lips tend to land D Well, I think I'd get the last laugh D G Bb D A D G Bb D A D D G Bb So I'm staring at her face D A D Feeling oh, so out of sync and of place D G Bb D A D And I know that's pretty cliche, but oh well G D A And the ACLU, they blew up my busking spot every day this week G D A I guess I got no choice but to move back to the sunny side of the street D Well, ain't life just as sweet?