G GG C G C G {Verse 1}G C G I hear the sound of angry fansG I’m walkin’ by, they’re crushing cansEm And throwing them at their sets againA Em You know I’ve heard this thing beforeD Every year, at least times fourG C G It’s a city built on stubs and scarsG We swear, “No not next year”Em But led back to the wooder, here we areA Em You know we feed them ‘til they’re packedD Tickertape is way too much to askG C G [Pre-Chorus]D G C Here in the streets and the dives, you can feel itD G C While back in the stands, swing and miss, you can hear itD G C These seasons are new, zero love, but we fear it [Verse 2]G C G C Barb from South Philly calls againG She was just a kid in ‘64Em A Em But remembers her dad cursing at the same old radioD Now they fold like it’s the only thing they knowG C G [Pre-Chorus]D G C Here in the streets and the dives, you can feel itD G C While back in the stands, swing and miss, you can hear itD G C These seasons are new, zero love, but we fear it [Chorus]G C Em D I hear the ghosts of Billy PennG C Em D They’re wailing, “Oh no not again,”G C Em D And talkin’ bout the disappointment that’s on deckC But don’t sleep ‘til it’s overG D G But don’t sleep ‘til it’s overC G D But don’t sleep ‘til it’s over [Instrumental]G C G G C G [Verse 3]G C G C These arenas are like scenes of a crimeG Soft goals and turnoversEm 20,000 grunts turn into sighsA Em D And the national condemns…to hell with them You know I’d throw snow againG C G [Pre-chorus]D G C Here on the jobs, in the halls, you can feel itD G C While back in the stands, 6-4-3, you can hear itD G C These seasons are new, zero love, and we fear it [Chorus]G C Em D I hear the ghosts of Billy PennG C Em D They’re wailing, “Oh no not again,”G C Em D And talkin’ bout the disappointment that’s on deckC B But don’t sleep ‘til it’s overA D Cause it brings us togetherG C Em D I hear the ghosts of Billy PennG C Em D I see your goats and your Bartmans But don’t worry bout itG C Em D The piper’s passing out the checksC G From the Bull back to the wallD G To the top of city hallC G We are beaten, full of crowD G But I know I’d never call another home “home.”
City Of Black Fridays
Mischief Brew
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