No Time Flat - Kevin Devine - Lyrics Chords

_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _
[G] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ [A] _ You're skins in my [D] mouth, [Bm] but I'm [F#m] thinking about a thousand [B] things that don't got [A] your
name, so I'm just getting [D] weird.
We're stopping [F#m] your all ears, but how can I [Bm] say?
I've just been thinking [D] that it's harder every year to find [A] excuses that'll keep me in the
clear.
The [D] arbitrary lines I am passing, the sand that piles [A] in my trash can, lost skin on my hand.
This work [D] can alter every day, the lies I've told [A] have turned to leather on my face.
The love I've lost [D] has earned a needle in my heart, but I'm to blame [A] for all the bad parts.
There's a choice that I've made, and _ that's _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [Bm] _
when I turn [A] my face away. _ _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
[B] _ _ [A] And I watch the [D] debates, till I can't [F#m] see straight.
Take abortion away, [B] and both sides seem just [A] the same.
It's not sure why I [D] vote, cause I just [F#m] don't know what difference it [Bm] makes.
[B] It seems to me [D] we get the same shit from them both.
I've performed the work, [A] I think it's time we try to be bold, but I don't got [D] the guts
to jump up and go first.
So I just shout [A] until my throat hurts, and I curse, and I kirk at [D] what we fucked up in Iraq.
You say support [A] the troops, I do, I want them all brought back.
And every building [D] that you bombed, raised from the ground, and for you [A] contractors to fuck out.
_ And if you really [D] gonna _ reinstate the draft, or stay away to [A] split the country straight
in half, so try arresting [D] everyone who sent the draft card back, I'll be returning [A] mine
in no time flat.
In no time flat. _ _ _
No [F#m] time flat. _ _
No _ [Bm] time flat.
[C#m] _ [A] _
Yeah, [E] yeah, yeah. _ _ _
_ [C#m] Blah, blah.
[F#m] _ _ _ [E] _
_ [F#] Innocence _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ [G] _ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[G] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ [C#m] _ or deceit, [D] struggling [F#m] to save face, a question of [Bm] scope.
And how far you willing [A] to go to make right to your _ [D] wrongs, despite the risk [F#m] involved,
a question of [B] faith. _
_ _ Cause if we wait [D] until we've all been burned to ash, to tell the truth [A] about this shit,
buried in a past, we'll split a taxi [D] to the fire pit, way down south, so let's ruzz up
and [A] open our mouths.
Cause you remind me [D] that it's hard effort every year to find excuses [A] that'll keep me
in the clear, the arbitrary [D] lines I am pressed in, the sand, the proof that piles [A] in my _ trash
can, and if you really gonna _
[D] reinstate the draft, or stay away [A] to split the country straight
in half, so try arresting [D] everyone who sent the draft cards back, I'll be returning [A] mine
in no