Self Destructive Zones Chords

Album: Brighter than Creation's Dark
Written by: Mike Cooley
 
Tabbed by Jangafettnutts
 
 
G                   D
It was 1990 give or take I don't remember
         C                          G
when the news of revolution hit the air
    G                          D
The girls hadn't even started taking down our posters
         C                              G
when the boys started cutting off their hair
    D                  Am
The radio stations all decided angst was finally 
    C                                G
old enough it ought to have a proper home
G                         D
Dead fat or rich nobody’s left to bitch
          C                             G
about the goings on in self destructive zones
 
 
G                                  D
The night the practice room caught fire
                       C                                 G
there were rumors of a dragon headed straight for Muscle Shoals
G                        D
"Stoner tries to save an amplifier"
                           C                          G
and it's like the dragon's side of the story is never told
         D                          Am                    C
When the dream and the man and the girls hang around long enough
                              G
to make you think it's coming true,
G                          D
it's easier to let it all die a fairy tale,
      C                                      G
than admit that something bigger is passing through
 
 
G                                D
The hippies rode a wave putting smiles on faces,
          C                        G
that the devil wouldn’t even put a shoe
G                            D
Caught between a generation dying from its habits,
    C                                  G
and another thinking rock and roll was new
         D                              Am
Till the pawn shops were packed like a backstage party,
        C                          G
hanging full of pointy ugly cheap guitars
        G                        D
And the young'uns all turned to karaoke,
                  C                       G
hanging all their wishes upon disregarded stars
 
 
G                          D
My Grandaddy's shotgun is locked in a closet
       C                                  G
and it never shot a thing that could have lived
         G                   D
An old man decided that you couldn't choose your poison
            C                             G
till you're nearly old enough to vote for him
      D                    Am
They turned what was into something so disgusting
      C                            G
even wild dogs would disregard the bones
     G                  D
Dead fat or rich nobody’s left to bitch
           C                             G
about the goings on in self destructive zones
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