Mischief Brew – An Open Letter To The North American Continent (Guitar)

E             B                       C#m
  Continental, make a better man of me 

             C#m              A   
You sold the words, put us in herds 

            B            E
But that'll never set us free 

                          B
My dreams, collecting dust, break down 

                         C#m
Like the faith I never found 

                        A
And you never helped me up 

(I'm going to call this E*)
e|----------------------------|
B|-5-5-5-x-4-4-x-5-5-5-5-5----|
G|-4-4-4-x-4-4-x-4-4-4-4-4--4-|
D|-2-2-2-x-2-2-x-2-2-2-2-2--4-|
A|-2-2-2-x-2-2-x-2-2-2-2-2--2-|
E|----------------------------|

A                   B              E*
  We're supposed to delight in your will 

A              B             E
  While you're stalking your prey 

             B             A   
Some sort of spit-shine salvation 

              B                E
That'll never see the light of day 

     C#m
Some friends went to jail 

     A
Some finally came clean 

        E
But you slept in sandcastles 

         B
And woke up in between 

    A                   B
And clarity came in the spring 

        A              B
With salvation waiting in the wings 

    E 
Guesswork and 80 miles 

           B              
You sought sainthood in the ceiling tiles 

          C#m                           A      E
While the messenger was shooting up downstairs 

        E
But who cares what they said? 

    B
You contemplated being dead 

    C#m
But decided against it 

     A                 B
After hard drugs and religion 

    C#m                     A
An aluminum empire that you built with both hands 

   E                       B
An upside-down cross and a line in the sand 

      A             B                       E                       
And I still haven't written the rest of the words