Week off

Bm D A (X 8)

Bm
We’re having a week off
D A
We’re having a rest
Bm D A
Listen to the way we cough it’s for the best
Bm
The party’s over
D A
It’s been a long, long night
Bm
When we get sober
D A G
You’ll see I’m right

A G
Now we can get on, with our lives
A G
Step to the beat and get back in line
A
We don’t need to travel
G
We don’t need to fly
A Bm D A [Bm D A] X 3
Like you said it’s two more chances to die

Bm
I’ll write a good song
D A
Just give me more time
Bm D
It’s easy hating yourself
A
It’s hard making it rhyme
Bm D A Bm
We gonna sit on top of a hill for a day
D A G
Play guitar and folk my troubles away

A G
I’m going to kill, the idiot in me
A G
Chase the bastards down, demand that he leaves
A G
All you nice breathing people alone
A G
I just want to wake up or sleeping and go home`
A G
I’m scared of the time, I sweat at the phone
A G
Fleetwood Mac polyphonic softens the blow
A G
At times like these, I know that I am
A G
The happiest person, the luckiest man
A G
But since the day I wrote this song
A G
I’ll just pick up my feet and drag wearily on

A G (X 4)
G A (X 4)
G

A G
I’m going to stop soon because I’m tired
A G
Tired and full, full of sorrow
A G
Tired at the thought, that if I sleep
A G
I only brings a new tomorrow
A G
I’m going to stop soon because I’m tired
A G
Tired and full, full of sorrow
A G
Tired at the thought, that when I sleep
A Bm D A [Bm D A] X 7 Bm \
It’s going to bring a new tomorrow