Headbroken Blues
My heart is a mess,
and my head's not much
better.
I feel like a chihuahua
without a sweater
caught outside in the middle
of a Minnesota winter,
shaking and a-shivering out in
the cold,
feeling like some kind of bloody
fool,
yelping like a lunatic in the
wind,
wondering when this all will end.
My heart is a mess,
and my head's not much
better.
Capo IV
A E :|| (12x)
I
wish that I could get it all together,
find
some kind of shelter from all this bad weather;
but
I've got a broken head and a confused heart,
and
in this condition it's hard to find a place to start.
I
wish that I could get it all together.
F Am Em Am :|| (5x)
My heart is a mess,
and my head's not much
better.
I wish that I knew just what to
do,
I feel like a stamped envelope,
unaddressed without a letter.
I could go anywhere,
do anything I please,
but without a purpose
all this freedom's just a tease.
My future may be wide open,
but it just looks like a blur,
like I'm walking through this
world
with no idea what I'm walking
towards.
My heart is a mess,
and my head's not much better.
I
wish I knew just what to do,
that
I had a clear destination that I was headed to
but
I've got a broken head and a confused heart,
and
in this condition it's hard to find a place to start.
I
wish I knew just what to do.
My heart is a mess,
and my head's not much
better.
I feel like a formal dinner table
without a sweater.
The guests are arriving;
and they're ready to eat,
disgruntled to find no
place settings at their seats.
I'm doing the best I can,
but if someone could lend a hand;
fill my with a spread, and I'll
give support
for you once again.
My heart is a mess,
and my head's not much
better.
I
wish I could give you everything you wanted,
just
give and give for ever and remain undaunted;
but
I've got a broken head and a confused heart,
and
in this condition it's hard to find a place to start.
I
wish I could give you everything you wanted.
Ringing in the Ears
It can get mighty frightening out
here on the beat
with all this bad blood flowing
through the streets.
From all I've seen I can't blame
them for blaming us.
If only there was some way to
know which cops they could trust.
Capo II
Am Dm / E7 Am :|| (E7 Am )
I'm
speaking to you from beyond the grave,
martyred
by the fallout from the crimes of the state.
Sitting
in my cruiser, my partner by my side,
and
in confusion a mad man took both our lives.
F Am / E7 Am :|| (E7 Am)
A thought haunts me on duty; it's
never far from my mind,
“What would my family do if I
left them behind?”
So each morning before I go I try
to let them know
that I love them, I love them, I
love them so.
I'm
speaking to you from beyond the grave,
my
dear family I love you more than words can say.
Oh,
if only that mad man could have seen your loving eyes,
would
he still have had the nerve to take me from your lives?
I've
seen the surveillance videos; some of them were my friends.
Those
guns can come out so quickly, you've got to keep on your toes.
And
even when you do, sometimes there's just no time.
That
rascal's got the upper hand, and it's just your time to go.
I'm
speaking to you from beyond the grave,
in
my time I saw some friends get taken in cold blood
by
rational and calculating low life scum.
Maybe
that's not fair, but from my side there's no forgiving what
Hands Up, Heads Down
Watch you don't find yourself on the wrong street
if your skin is not the right
shade.
The law is on the loose, and it's
out to get you,
raging like a bull on parade.
Capo II
Am Dm Am Em / Am - Dm Am
:||
You could be shot in the middle
of the night.
You could be strangled in broad
daylight.
It could happen outside of the
public eye,
or it could be broadcast far and
wide.
They will come up with some
reason
why each victim had to die.
They might say, “He was a
demon,”
or, “He was just too big of a
guy.”
You've heard of strange fruit
hanging from the trees,
the dreadful deeds of racist
mobs.
Look what's happening now out on
our streets,
the dreadful deeds of rogue cops.
And who was it used to protect
those mobs?
Ah yes, it was the cops.
So who will now protect those
cops?
The judicial branch of the racist
mobs.
And so the only one who was
indicted
was the one who opened a window
to the truth.
Don't name any names who is
singing this song,
or they might try to indict me,
too.
Best to just keep your mouth
shut,
keep your head down and walk the
line.
Nevermind that the line is
hellbound.
Just don't look up, and you'll be
fine.
Watch you don't find yourself on
the wrong street
if your skin is not the right
shade.
The law is on the loose, and it's
out to get you,
raging like a bull on parade.
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