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I Guess We Lost

From the “Rider” single.

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Lists of swinging fists that nobody 
D
saw,
  
that were 
Bm
slicing through air
  
at the 
E
foot of a stair in a 
D
bar,
  
make 
A
beds of busted heads,
  
pillowed and 
D
puffed.
  
In some 
Bm
quiet and cordoned e
E
mergency ward
  
they left 
D
us.
  
So we 
E
always demurred
  
when an 
F♯m
ill-advised word
  
from some 
A
enemy’s ill-equipped 
D
tongue
E
sizzled and burned at our 
D
backs.
  
So we learned to 
A
dodge.
  
I guess we 
E
lost!
A
Staring down the cliffs
  
with my crew-
D
cut,
  
I had 
Bm
turned twenty-three
  
and be
E
lieved I was danger
D
ous.
A
Lists of swinging hips down in the 
D
clubs
  
were 
Bm
holding their swerve
  
(I am 
E
perfectly sure) for 
D
us.
  
And a 
E
photograph says what a 
F♯m
photograph is —
  
Holy 
A
shit were our faces so 
D
young!
  
and all 
E
pissed and thin-lipped
  
as we 
D
tippled and tripped. It was 
A
fun.
  
I guess we’re 
E
done!
A
Lies and flying flies sapping our 
D
blood,
  
We fall 
Bm
down, sliding down, slipping,
E
slamming the ground, ’cuz we’re 
D
fucked.
  
And I went 
E
down to the mystic,
  
all 
F♯m
head-ached and heart-sick,
  
in 
A
line with the beggars and 
D
bums,
  
paid his 
E
price, and he slurred
  
“My 
D
advice is to turn and to 
A
run!”
  
I guess we’re 
E
dumb.
  
So 
A
gather around, partygoers,
  
(that’s if you’re still 
D
living,
  
and not 
Bm
wasted, washed-up, watered 
E
down,
  
and not dead or 
D
death-wishing).
  
Because the 
A
trumpets can’t blow.
  
The professional driver got 
D
lost.
  
The ruler and 
Bm
priests, from the highest
  
to 
E
least, have been lined up and 
D
shot.
  
How I 
E
prayed and I hoped
  
it would 
F♯m
lead to some moment
  
when 
A
all of it just flew 
D
apart.
  
How I 
E
wished and I schemed it, from 
F♯m
whisper to scream.
  
How I 
A
wanted to just hold your 
D
heart
  
in the 
E
palm of my hand,
  
and just 
D
watch as it slows
  
and it 
A
stops.
  
Call the 
E
cops!
  
We’re star-
Bm
crossed.
  
We’ve gone 
A
numb.
  
Well, it was 
E
fun!
  
But I guess we 
Bm
lost.
  
I guess we’re 
A
done.
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