Intro
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Eb          G#
Red carpet and rebellion 
Eb               G#
Makes ya wonder at these established ones 
Eb
They aint out to get ya
G#                    C#   G#
Cause your a mile .. away



Eb                 G#
I heard a siren, a city warning 
Eb                     G#
They said a new dawn arrives in the morning .. 
C#                        G# 
So i wait out tonight for the , the new sunrise
Eb                 G#
They laid me to rest with an an aberration
Eb                            G#
I woke up the living dead colossally mistaken
C#                            G#
I ran through the streets and i broke down


F              A                   D
There aint no money there aint no time
C                 F              A           D     C G
Yeah im outta my mind dont wanna waste this away
F                    A                       D     C 
I feel ashamed when i am and shamed when im not
F                         A        D     C
The configuration of the american dream



F F F


Eb                 G#              
The palace dialed in the streets were burning
EB                    G#
The red horizon came crashing through the morning
          C#              G#
There was no contentment only blood shed
Eb              G#
Red blood and social discontent 
Eb                 G#           C#
Bruised by puritan oh puritan exempt 
          G#
Its like a peasant uprising




F              A                   D
There aint no money there aint no time
C                 F              A           D     C G
Yeah im outta my mind dont wanna waste this away
F                    A                       D     C 
I feel ashamed when i am and shamed when im not
F                         A        D     C
The configuration of the american dream


F F F


Eb             G#
St petersburg, 1905
Eb                    G#                      C#          G#
Father garpan led the protest .. up inside .. up inside


Eb  G# (2x)  C# G#
we are gone we are gone we are gone



F              A                   D
There aint no money there aint no time
C                 F              A           D     C G
Yeah im outta my mind dont wanna waste this away
F                    A                       D     C 
I feel ashamed when i am and shamed when im not
F                         A        D     C
The configuration of the american dream



Ill run a mile till i find a hung jury
Where there is red carpet there is rebellion
(essa parte é cantada junto com o refrão, a o mesmo tempo)

B B B



Eb          G#
Red carpet and rebellion
Eb              G#
Makes ya wonder why they smell so bad 
Eb                    G#                   C#  G#    Eb
They aint out to get ya cause your a mile away