in the shadows where their heads hang low
you hear the voices as the wind blows
asking can't you see
reminding you to breathe
it's only time before it catches up
to you and all you're broken luck
i've found a better way
to get even with my memory
second half of riff 1
in the darkness where the angels cry
give us water give us back our lives
our bed's this concrete floor
and it's all we have left to live for
a day we'll never face we're only
second and the sick and lonely
biting back the tears
and every inch depends on both our ears
that said we've had enough
please turn that fuckin' radio off
ain't nothing on the airwave in the
despair we feel
one guitar plays F# E a coupla times while other guitar plays riff 2
in the shadows where their heads hang low
you hear the voices as the wind blows
asking can't you see
reminding you to breathe
it's only time before it catches up
to you and all you're broken luck
i've found a better way
to get even with my enemies
that said we've had enough
please turn that fuckin' radio off
ain't nothing on the airwave in the
despair we feel
that said we've had enough
who'd welcome in the sound and turn it up
ain't nothing on the airwave in the
hatred we feel
this is our biggest fear
the only tunes that we hear
come through the antennae through
your brown radio alone I wait
riff 3 on 1 guitar while other does chorus, and continue riff 3 on 1 guitar for next part
that said we've had enough (we've had enough)
that said we've had enough (we've had enough)
end with last part of riff 1
you hear the voices as the wind blows
asking can't you see
reminding you to breathe
it's only time before it catches up
to you and all you're broken luck
i've found a better way
to get even with my memory
second half of riff 1
in the darkness where the angels cry
give us water give us back our lives
our bed's this concrete floor
and it's all we have left to live for
a day we'll never face we're only
second and the sick and lonely
biting back the tears
and every inch depends on both our ears
that said we've had enough
please turn that fuckin' radio off
ain't nothing on the airwave in the
despair we feel
one guitar plays F# E a coupla times while other guitar plays riff 2
in the shadows where their heads hang low
you hear the voices as the wind blows
asking can't you see
reminding you to breathe
it's only time before it catches up
to you and all you're broken luck
i've found a better way
to get even with my enemies
that said we've had enough
please turn that fuckin' radio off
ain't nothing on the airwave in the
despair we feel
that said we've had enough
who'd welcome in the sound and turn it up
ain't nothing on the airwave in the
hatred we feel
this is our biggest fear
the only tunes that we hear
come through the antennae through
your brown radio alone I wait
riff 3 on 1 guitar while other does chorus, and continue riff 3 on 1 guitar for next part
that said we've had enough (we've had enough)
that said we've had enough (we've had enough)
end with last part of riff 1