2 acessos
Em G7 C E [Verse 1] Em G7 What if one day we just refused to play? C E With no one to hate, they'd be out of a job Em G7 You've gone off script, you just can't walk away Am D Leave us naked, fleeced and racked with sobs [Chorus 1] G D Whoa F C G We're locked in a death grip and it's taking its toll G D F C When our enemies are what make us whole G D Listen to me F C G No more excuses, no more apathy G D F C This ain't no archipelago, no remote atoll [Verse 2] Em G7 All my enemies, they just fall in love with me C E Keeping us distracted while the till gets robbed Em All our cries were cried G7 Now there are no sides Am D Try selling that one to an angry mob [Chorus 2] G D F C x2 G D Whoa F C G J. Edgar Hoover wore a white mink stole G D F His enemies are what made him whole C Oh, what made him whole G (His enemies are what made him whole) G D Whoa F C G A three-headed monster swallows Tokyo G D Her enemies are what make her whole C G (Her enemies are what make her whole) G D Whoa(Our enemies are what make us whole) F C G We're locked in a death grip and it's taking its toll G D F When our enemies are what make us whole C G (Our enemies are what make us whole) G D Whoa(Our enemies are what make us whole) F C G No more excuses, no more apathy G D F C This ain't no archipelago, no remote atoll