Boiled Frogs chords by Alexisonfire

Intro
Bm   E F#m   E Bm   E F#m   E
D   E F#m   E D   E F#m

Verse
Bm
A man sits at his desk, one year from retirement,
G
And he's up for review, not quite sure what to do.
E
Each passing year, the workload grows.

Verse
Bm                  D          G           F#m   E
I'm always wishing, I'm always wishing too late
Bm                       D         G           F#m   E  A
For things to go my way, it always ends up the same    (Count your blessings)
Bm                 D         G           F#m    E
I must be missing, I must be missing the point
Bm                     D           G            F#m    E
Your signal fades away and all I'm left with is noise
 A
(Count your blessings on one hand)

G                                        Bm
So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight.
                   G                                     Bm
There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life

Bridge
Bm   E F#m   E Bm   E F#m   E
       Poor little tin man,
D   E F#m   E D   E F#m
still swinging his axe, even though his joints are clogged with rust.

Verse
Bm                    D           G        F#m   E
My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away
Bm                    D      G         F#m  E A
Safe in monotony, (so safe), day after day   (Count your blessings)
Bm                    D           G        F#m   E
My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away
Bm                                  D             G             F#m  E
Cold wind blows off the lake, and I know for sure that it's too late
 A
(Count your blessings on one hand)

G                                        Bm
So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight.
                   G                                     Bm
There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life

Interlude
Bm                            Bm
Can't help but feel betrayed, punch the clock every single day
           G                E E
There's no loyalty and no remorse.
Bm                               Bm
Youth sold for a pension cheque, and it makes him fucking sick
     G                        E E
He's heating up, he can't say no

 Bm        G   E E
(Whoa-Whoa-oh)
 Bm        G   E E
(Whoa-Whoa-oh)

Riff
E F#m E A D

G                                        Bm
So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight.
                   G                                     Bm
There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life
             G                                        Bm
(So wait up) So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight.
                      G                                   Bm   Bm
Between the light and shallow waves is where I'm going to die

Outro
G    A      Bm
Wait up for me
G    A      Bm
Wait up for me
G    A      Bm
Wait up for me