Vampirism Is For Poseurs Song For The Living

D                       A
I don't believe in heaven, I do believe in hell
G                               A
It's down the street from here, And we both lived there for years
D                               A                                G
We burned the calendars for warmth, And the alarm clocks just for fun
                               A
We closed the blinds to make goddamn sure
                        G
That we could never see the sun
                        F
You could set a watch by the bottle returns
        Bm              G                       D       F#
And the ashtrays overflowing on the floor
Bm              D               G               A       A...
Nothing's free but time when you're so damn poor
D                               Bm
But the past was death row, And the future's a battlefield
G                               A
I hope we choose the right war
D                                       Bm
Because I've been fist fighting gravity, Since the day I learned how to breathe
G                                       A
And I still wake up On the same cold floor i fell asleep on
D               A               G       G
So I won't, but we shall overcome someday
D               A               G       G
I can't do it alone, but I shall be free someday
D               A               Bm                      G
I don't know how to live But I'm sick of learning how to die
D               A               Bm              G
Vampirism is for poseurs in junior high

[Trumpet] x2
D Bm F#m G

D                               A
We made our own postal system, To cross the continent
G                               A
As long as freight trains run And loners pick up dreamers with thumbs
                D
Who needs governments to get a letter to you
                A
Or a mixtape to me, or a postcard to Johnstown?
        G
What's a thousand miles between friends?
        A
What's a friend that's not worth crossing a country?
        D               A
But I owe money and broken hearts
                        G
From Philly to Sydney and back to Vermont
        D
(yeeeah) I regret a million things
                G               A       A...
And that's only what I haven't forgot
D                               Bm
But the past was a mine field, And right now is a prison break
G                               A
I hope we make it alive
D                               Bm
When who we are doesn't stop where the law begins
G                               A
Then we'll storm their court houses to survive
D               A       G               G
So I won't, but we shall overcome someday
D               A       G               G
I can't do it alone, but we shall be free someday
D               A               Bm                      G
I don't know how to live But I'm sick of learning how to die
D               A               Bm              G
Vampirism is for poseurs in junior high