Cm Cotton mouth is bleeding, one way glass deceiving Cm Dope me up on women and credit cards Promise X-Ray vision and fancy cars The tables set for the bourgeoisies, A# F/A Better get in line with your dinner tray Cm Cause when it's all ran out and it's just you left With the nut job swigging his crystal meth And there's a constant ring of machinery A# F/A Is there a place for me in history? Chorus: Cm A# Sending the boys away, leaving them out to play Cm A# Throwing them all away, now it's another day To shelter from the storm Cm A# Sending the boys away, leaving them out to play Cm A# Throwing them miles away, wishing for new year's day To shelter from the storm Sons of time are rising, 16 minds exploding It's the 21st century ain't it cool? It's taught us how to eat and how to drool And the wind up merchants are out in force Telling you my brother to change your course And you won't be the first to think it's wrong When all you really want is to bang a gong Cause it's all sewn up in our misery Is there a place for me in the history? Chorus (Cotton mouth is bleeding) Cm A# We go've got to break down the walls F/A and shelter from the storm - x4 Chorus | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA A# Cm F |