Rise Against – Mourning In Amerika (Guitar)

D*
Stand by to switch on

       G*
We're singing along

     A*
From dusk until dawn

                                D
We stay up to carry the flame

D
And when it's all said and done

     G
When nothing is love

      A
We're sleeping it off

                                    D  A*
Just to wake up and start it again

Bm
So burn the statues to the ground

Gm
Start to lay your weapons down

D
Bound for glory on this street

A
But there's a bridge up overhead

Bm
Noise cancel, drown the signal out

Gm
Change channels, manufactured doubt

D
When the only thing we'll fight for every day

A
Is a better seat on a crashing...

Gm*
Plain to see, but hard to breathe

A*
The streets are full of tumbleweeds

            D                                 G
And now it's morning in the streets of Amerika

Em                 A
But we don't go outside anymore

D                         G
The radio blasts hysteria

Em                            A              D
While the television's sideways on the floor

D
Under moonlit skies and surveillance

G
As we cheer from the stands in the stadiums

A                                          D  A
On a jumbotron we all sing along to escape

Bm
Once we were the lighthouse

Gm
To the world's most desperate ships

             D
But what we became was a towering flame

             A
Leading the moth right into it

           Gm*               A*           *slap*
Now we are waking up to the phone lines cut

            D                             G
'Cause it's morning in the streets of Amerika

    Em               A
And we don't go outside anymore

    D                     G
The radio blasts hysteria

    Em                        A                 Bm
While the television's sideways... on the floor

         Bm                 Gm
With a teleprompter in our faces

                                       D
Yeah, we don't even know what we're saying

                   A
Car that's slowly crashing

                    Bm
And we can't  look away

                            Gm
Parading to the edge of the cliff now

                                         D
We're trying to figure out how to get down

                           A
While the night is fast approaching

          Gm*              Bm*                    A*
Would we even recognise our former lives in this artificial light?

 D                         G
Morning in the streets of Amerika

 Em                    A
But we don't go outside anymore

 D                         G
There's something wrong with the stereo

 Em                  A
And the television's sideways

  D                                G
We're mourning in the streets of Amerika

  D                         G
Mourning in the streets of Amerika

   D                        G
We're mourning in the streets of Amerika

   D*                       G*
Mourning in the streets of Amerika