Tom: C
C Am
In the space between a neighborhood and a street map
F Dm C
Between a battle fought and a ballot cast
F Dm G
Between our vacant hands and the things we lack
C Am
In the space between having nothing and everything
F Dm C
Between your tired bones and the empty buildings
F Dm G
Between this abandoned lot and a vegetable garden
[Chorus]
C
There are people with guns who know how to use them
Am
Nothing better to do than hop in their cruisers
F
And go crack the skulls of some dropouts and losers
G
And get congratulated on restraint when they do it
[Bridge]
C G Dm F
So if we can't blow up a social relationship, we also can't reason with bullets
C G Dm F
So let's not be confused who uniforms and badges work for
C G
It's not intelligence that keeps assholes rich
Dm F
It's fucking armies of blue rolling with full clips
C G Dm F
With handcuffs and clubs for anyone who's sick of going without just because they're poor
C Am F
C Am F
[Verse 2]
C Am
And in the space between who I am and who I should be
F Dm C
Between a tired loner and a community
F Dm G
Between where the van broke down and Alturas Street
C Am
And in the space between me and the neighbors out on the street
F Dm C
Between these walls that we pay to keep
F Dm G C
And the ruins that this world deserves to be
