Capo 5th fret

Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

White were the walls that encased my body

White were the hands that locked me inside

White was the color of every other stripe

 Of the flag that watched over our dreams

If labels are limits, then those sirens are blaring

Behind us as we fly on by

 Screaming 'get back here you dirty sons of bitches

Can't you read that fucking sign?'

White were the sheets upon which I slumbered

White was the lights that awoke me

White was the noise that echoed down the hallway

And silently rattled through my brain

If labels are limits, then we're crashing right through that

Glass ceiling overhead

And the janitors keep the brooms and dustpans in the closet

And smile wide-eyed towards the sky

Outro

If labels are limits, then we're crashing right through that

Glass ceiling overhead

And the janitors keep the brooms and dustpans in the closet

And smile wide-eyed towards the sky

And smile wide-eyed towards the sky