The Winning Side chords by The Airborne Toxic Event

The Airborne Toxic Event - The Winning Side
Tabbed by: Jamin_Time

Standard Tuning
Capo: 5

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Intro:
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C
Well I admit to the mistakes
At least privately in takes
   F
And here's another one
C
I said "we'd be okay"
"But that's a lie, man"
      F
I mean.. "Hey, we're all dying.. young!!"
C
It's no worse off than it seems..
but it's more like a terrifying dream
    F
And I'm serious!!
    C
It's either whiskey, or a bong, or a car crash, or a bomb
   F
I'm serious!!

    G
It's the only thing I think
    Am
When I wake up in my bed
    Am
When my stomach churns, as these pages turn
    F
Is the world burnin'
           G
Or is it only.. in my head?

     C
On a screen on a TV
On a scene in front of me
       F
With all the white noise n the static
And the stifling of the screams
    C
This is war, this is death, this is real you better bet!
    F
On the winning side, the winning side,
The winning side, the winning side

    C
And I'm sittin' in a train
Over Brooklyn in the rain
    F
All by myself
C
When a thought occurs to me..
That all these people wanna be
    F
Just somewhere.. else
    C
Like every day is just a loss,
spent arguing with your boss
    F
Over a coffee break
    C
Oh and the same is true for me,
I mean, one more indignity
     F
And I’m going to break

       Am
Because the only thing I think when he walks out on the screen
        Am
He says, “The sky falls, and your duty calls”
    G
Man it takes some balls to be so obscene

   C
On a screen on a TV
On a scene in front of me
       F
With all the white noise n the static
And the stifling of the screams
    C
This is war, this is death, this is real you better bet!
    F
On the winning side, the winning side
The winning side, the winning side

   G
The right side, the right side
     Am
Well they shipped you off, and your parents cried
      G
And it all falls away so quietly
     Am
When you wake up to reality..
   F
But Reality?
            G
What's reality? What's reality? What's reality?
         F
It's a fucking bullet!!

       C
Well I got a brother in Iraq
I got no way to get him back
        F
Like all those people in the sands,
Buried in Afghanistan
    C
I got a child in a crib
I got a father in a bib
     F
I got no pills
I got no skills
I got no idea what I did
    C
I just wonder every second
of every minute that passes by
    F
Are we living?
Are we dreaming?
Are we winning where we die?

   G
In a cloud of dust, in a mushroom burst
   Am
In a series of degradations first
F
All alone, in a hospital bed?
                  G
Wondering what we might of done instead!

    C
With a lifetime, lifetime
    F
A lifetime
    C
A lifetime
    F
A lifetime
    G
A lifetime
     Am
Well, we paid our dues, and we did our time
       G
But tell me what exactly was our crime?
    Am
Well I stand and stood for this fallen line
   F
While you decide who lives, who dies
      C