Standard (EADGBE)
It's our call
It sways, it stalls
I need a little extra time alone, I'll maybe take the long way home
Just enough to get it wrong
Nothing like a bad decision says who you are
Fools rush in for the grist* in my, for the grist in my mill
Can't you see when you're perfectly, when you're perfectly still
(* - What the hell is grist anyway? god, I'm such a dumbass)
Verses
One big rout, all sold out
(??) we'll pay
Price tags on every other day
We're bankrupt here for now
But they can't take my anger, it can't be touched
Faded maps, pull out ramps
I won't contribute to our own demise
Pass up the consolation prize
It starts from here from now
Nothing like a bad decision...
And I'll be damned if I know the solo. Somewhere near the end it changes
key, I think to E.
Later, E. Hulka