Song for Eric Solomon to Sing

(Intro) E (Verse 1) E5 E/Eb A E The sum of all that I believed turned out to be nothing but a whisper in a breeze E5 E/Eb A E And I was lost in a meritocracy now with nothing but the tunes to carry me C#m B E A With the industry aswing in the gallows that we made C#m B E They'll stumble round for someone else to blame C#m B E A C#m There's no sense in believing that our wounds will never mend B E Gotta live our lives before they end (Verse 2) G#5 A5 E So rat me out to the scene police cause I'd rather be living E Rather be living G#5 A5 Well these are our friends they're not commodities E And don't you forget it E Don't you forget it C#m A E B For a scene that prides itself on fun and doing it yourself C#m B A Sure do like to use our friends as stepping stones C#m A E I guess the reason that I play is to be free B C#m A E From the risk of the ones on top shoving me below (Interlude) E5 F#5 G#5 A5 (x4) (Outro) E F#5 G#A Woah-oh-oh-oh E F#5 G#A Woah-oh-oh-oh E F#5 G#A Woah-oh-oh-oh E F#5 G#A Woah-oh-oh-oh E C#A Woah-oh-oh-oh E C#mAE Woah-oh-oh-oh