A# F/A Gm Look at the house that you built A# F/A Gm Tucked in the dark side of town A# F/A Gm F Forgotten lot that the neighbors had warned D# Dm Was an old Indian burial ground D# Dm Somewhere nothing was safe or was sound You carved our names in the rot Home base was near the garage The places we played and the memories we made Represent everything we forgot Represent everything we are not | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA A# Dm D# F Gm |