Petrified Life and the Twice Told Joke (Decrepit Bricks) Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[Am][Dm][Am][Em][G][F][Em]
[Am][Dm][G][F]
[Em][Am][Dm][G][F]
[Em]

[Verse 1]
I walk [Am]on
decrepit bricks and kick sticks an[Dm]d rusty soda cans
Simply for lack of better stimulation
motiv[G]ation comes and goes
like [F]gas station patrons
so sed[Em]ation compensates for
unexpected vacations
[Am](Thank you )
that's my pre-gratitude
Post-please [Dm]leave leave leave me
alone that's just my rude attitude
No [G]dysfunction flipside, I'm
just your [F]ordinary citizen
[C]They're wai[Em]ting patiently for me to sin again,
but then [Am]again (shit...)
I'm really mommy's little angel,
but that [Dm]angel on my
shoulder got strangled
For trying to tangle [G]with his nemesis
he caught [F]him on the wrong day
And got [Em]cut like DJs spinning doubles
-(let the fucking [Am]song play)
I'm on my way to the store,
ignoring [Dm]the city to purchase
a pack of marb reds
with a stack of rolled pennies
[G]I could go for Denny's,
[Dm]and my stoma[F]ch holds plenty,
but [Em]my pockets got holes,
I guess the goal is to stay empty...
Quite [Am]simply put,
me and my pockets [Dm]share interest
I never fall in love with that pretty
green-eyed temptress,
temptress,
[G]twice (yeah right)
I learned my lesson the [F]first time
I just [Em]couldn't keep up with that ever-changing
Jordan Jordan [Am]line of foot apparel
Parallel to many clones,
my eye's [Dm]vision monochromes
With seven shades and twenty tones
Plus I [G]breath artistic,
they eat[F]ing everything I'm feeding them
Put my[Em]self in every painting
and use my spit as mat medium
And res[Am]ults of my children
We share the same genes,
cast [Dm]the same reflection
and interpret the same dreams.
like [G]whoa [F](x3[Em])
whao (x7)

[Verse 2]
Chorus: And at [Am]night,
I roam these streets with
absolutely [Dm]no purpose
Feeling like I'm worthless
But con[G]trary to my last statement,
[F]I feel fine
Con[Em]tent with the fact that I
know this city's mine
And at [Am]night, I roam these streets with
absolutely no [Dm]purpose
Feeling like I'm worthless
But [G]contrary to my last statement,
[F]I feel fine
Con[Em]tent with the fact that
I know this city's mine

[Verse 3]
I walk [Am]down dead end streets
like I didn't see the sign
Just to [Dm]turn around and walk back
That's fine and dandy,
[G]but what's whack is the [F]fact I'm still [Em]walking
...like... "thank god for walkmans"
I'm only [Am]yawning because
these simply minded
mortals make me sleepy
So [Dm]what do I do? I resort to TV
In [G]the seemingly lousy
attempt to numb myself
[F]with lackluster images
An[Em]d insignificant information like
"Willis was really Ty Bridges"
just [Am]to have the upper hand
in monotonous [Dm]conversation,
and for lack of better stimulation
I'm painting [G]portraits of
dysfunction[F]al families
with gloomy faces [Em]rockin;
"Don't Worry, Be Happy" t-shirts,
and and you're assuming I'm taste[Am]less?
You misconstrue it but your
babies [Dm]will embrace it
The basic essentials of
a very bitter young man
that kicks [G]rusty soda cans
and walks [F]on decrepit bricks
with a [Em]permanent pair of headphones
trying to make these lectures stick
I'll let [Am]the protestors picket,
like they are going to make
a difference
And watch [Dm]them die before they realize that
their [G]cause [F]was nonexistent
[Em]

[Verse 4]
Chorus:
And at [Am]night, I roam these streets with absolutely
no purpose [Dm](absolutely no purpose)
Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like
I'm worthless)
But con[G]trary to my last statement,
[F]I feel fine
Con[Em]tent with the fact that I
know this city's mine
And at [Am]night, I roam these streets with absolutely
no purpose [Dm](absolutely no purpose)
Feeling like I'm worthless
(feeling like I'm worthless)
But [G]contrary to my last statement,
[F]I feel fine
Con[Em]tent with the fact that I
know this city's mine

[Verse 5]
I walk on shitty [Am]city sidewalks stepping
on every single crack
Remin[Dm]iscent of that joke we used to
say when we were snotty nose
my [G]purpose got defeated when
[F]my mom turned paraplegic,
plus [Em]I failed my [E]civil service exam,
they [Em]said I cheated.
…not to [Am]mention tainted urine samples and the
attention span of a [Dm]second-grader
more more fascinated with building blocks than
wasting time stress[G]ing his daily lesson
[F]hence the ridilin I've been [E]gone with the wind like
lucky [Em]lottery tickets since day [Am]one (one)
I stepped on the left cause
rights wrong (wrong)
So [Dm]what do I do? Resort to friendly games
of ping pong an[G]d sing a song of sixpence
[F]I'm none the richer,
I just [Em]kiss her on the lips and keep truck[E]ing

[Verse 6]
Chorus: And at [Am]night,
I roam these streets with absolutely
no purpose [Dm](absolutely no purpose)
Feeling like I'm worthless
(feeling like I'm worthless)
But con[G]trary to my last statement,
[F]I feel fine
Con[Em]tent with the [E]fact that [Em]I
know this city's mine
And at [Am]night, I roam these streets with absolutely
no purpose [Dm](absolutely no purpose)
Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like
I'm worthless)
But con[G]trary to my last statement,
[F]I feel fine
[Em]Content with the fact that
I know this city's mine