Beachfront Property

C#m A E C#m Said “it’s the end of days A E And we’re just hoping for the beachfront property.” C#m Numb with indecision. A E Daring some asshole to take a swing. C#m A E I’ve got $800 to my name. Not sure what it means. C#m Trying to take these bastards A E For a quarter of a million despite your mom’s protesting. A E If every city’s the same. A C#m B Doom and gloom under a different name A E B Maybe we should find our home in one? Repeat intro C#m A E N.C I hate the rhythm of our lives these days – E Staring into dead space. Shouting at my phone. C#m A E Ducking in my seat Cause someone brought a bag into the movie theatre. C#m Everyone shrugs at the same time. “Yeah, yeah, we know.” A E You’re singing sad to thirty-somethings in a bar, “Play us some nostalgia songs, C#m A E Cause no one really wants to hear about you anymore.” I know. A E If every city’s the same. A C#m B Doom and gloom under a different name A E B Maybe we should find our home in one? A We argue and assign the blame E C#m B Not like any of us feel the shame A E B Count on one hand all the good we’ve done. C#m A E N.C Said “it’s the end of days, N.C And you’re still pissing in the wind. N.C Don’t believe in god. But figured he’d be a better planner than this. C#m A E/G# F# C#m A E/G# F# A F#m I’m tired anyway. G#m E Why the hell would I care? A F#m I’m tired anyway. A E If every city’s the same. A C#m B Doom and gloom under a different name A E B Maybe we should find our home in one? A E We argue and assign the blame A C#m B Not like any of us feel the shame A E B Count on one hand all the good we’ve done. E (let ring) I’m tired anyway. Why the hell would I care? I’m tired anyway. | b Bend | / Slide up