An Open Letter To The North American Continent

E E A B

E E A B

[Verse 1]

E             B                       C#m
  Continental, make a better man of me
             C#m              A
You sold the words, put us in herds
            B            E
But that'll never set us free
                          B
My dreams, collecting dust, break down
                         C#m
Like the faith I never found
                        A
And you never helped me up
        B             E*
But you always let me down
(I'm going to call this E*)
E|----------------------------| 
B|-5-5-5-x-4-4-x-5-5-5-5-5----| 
G|-4-4-4-x-4-4-x-4-4-4-4-4--4-| 
D|-2-2-2-x-2-2-x-2-2-2-2-2--4-| 
A|-2-2-2-x-2-2-x-2-2-2-2-2--2-| 
E|----------------------------| 

A                   B              E*
  We're supposed to delight in your will
A              B             E
  While you're stalking your prey
             B             A
Some sort of spit-shine salvation
              B                E
That'll never see the light of day

E A B

E E A E

[Verse 2]

     C#m
Some friends went to jail
     A
Some finally came clean
        E
But you slept in sandcastles
         B
And woke up in between
    A                   B
And clarity came in the spring
        A              B
With salvation waiting in the wings
    E
Guesswork and 80 miles
           B
You sought sainthood in the ceiling tiles
          C#m                           A      E
While the messenger was shooting up downstairs
        E
But who cares what they said?
    B
You contemplated being dead
    C#m
But decided against it
     A                 B
After hard drugs and religion
    C#m                     A
An aluminum empire that you built with both hands
   E                       B
An upside-down cross and a line in the sand
      A             B                       E
And I still haven't written the rest of the words

E A B

E A B