Banks Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Dm]Mile[C] marker 27 says we’re on the way to heav[Em]en and i smile a[Am]t the passenger seat. fo[C]rty miles fr[F]om chicago; there is snow on the windshield and you’re downtown dragging your feet. now i’mc[Fm]ircl[C]ing the block around union centr[B]al station and[C] there are bull[Am]ets flying into the car. [Dm]it’s the[Bb] same[Eb] as it’s alway[F]s been. 200 miles [Ab]from c[Dm]hicago: there is blood on the windshield and i’m reeling [G]as you gather your things. i said i don’tknow what to do [F]anymore as if i knew what to do before. i can fuck up al[Em]most anything. i don’t thin[G]k that[Ab] i wo[C]uld exactly call it love, but it[Em]’s dripping down my cons[F]ciousness as you’re slipping down my lu[Ab]ngs. i want to build you a protest out of[C] sticks and rocks i find in the [B]backyard behind the [Am]house you grew up in. “in l[Bb]oving memo[Eb]ry of al[C]l our no[F]nconformity.” i w[Bb]ant t[Dm]o si[C]ng [Dm]you a signal that reaches o[C]nly the ears of young disenfranchi[G]sed st[B]raig[Bm]ht white[Dm] boys because that wou[Bb]ld feel normal and none of this [F]does. save it for a ra[Ab]iny da[Dm]y and ma[C]y be t[Em]hen [F]you[Ab]’ll s[C]ee. i am like the earth,[Em][F]
old man, [Ab]there’s no way around [F]me. [C]but even in my [G]dreams i still don’t[F]know the difference between [C]what it is i [G]want and [F]what it is i need.. i wanna see you be [C]brave. [G]i wanna see you[F] surviving. i wanna see bot[C]h of us pro[G]spering and thr[F]iving separately. i wan[C]t the catharsis of kno[G]wing something bad[Dm]’s about to happen[F], but als[C]o knowing tha[G]t i can’t [Dm]do anything about it,[Bm] becau[B]se you[G]r new [C]house just don[Em]’t shine quite like the [Bb]one you grew[C] up in u[F]sed to. i wa[C]nna come and visit. [Em]i wanna[Bb] see this throu[F]gh, but i[C] never will [G]because you’r[Dm]e just not what i need [F]and i am just [C]not what you want [G]though you’re in every[Dm]one i meet [F]and w[C]e’ll say fuck the banks[G] but we’ll[Am] still use them [F]every day. and when we fight[C] amongst ourse[G]lves, the b[Am]anks will say[F] “okay, have you been spending a[C]ll your capital on[G] causes yo[Bb]u deem just? you[F] keep doing what[C] you can and w[G]e’ll keep doing what[Bb] we must.”[F] so despite what[C] you have learned an[G]d songs for which you’[Dm]d take a bullet, you w[F]on’t[G] fin[C]d objective truth in a[G] final r[Dm]hyming co[F]uplet.[C]

[Outro 1]
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