How They Made Us chords by Wil Wagner

I don't know the names of any chords in Open C, but use below for reference
Also high F is hammered on here and there, listen for timing.

Tuning: Open C (CGCGCe), Capo 9

e|--0-(1)-----0-(1)-----0-(1)-----0------0----------------------|
C|--0---------0---------0---------0------0----------------------|
G|--0---------0---------0---------0------0----------------------|
C|--0---------2---------4---------2------0----------------------|
G|--------------------------------4------2----------------------|
C|--------------------------------------------------------------|
  C     D     E     B   A

Intro
C D E D C B

Verse 1

E                           D
It's a midwinter Friday and there's not a car on this highway

C
That wouldn't hit me just to get home.

B
I'm riding punch lines and dregs from the pouch that we split
somewhere back on Punt Road.

E                  D
And the big neon signs they all intertwine

C
With the passing cars' headlights burning my eyes.

B
In this city of excuses, dead palm trees and useless transport,

A          B
I use my legs to get to you on time.

Chorus

A             B             C
But silence speaks louder than words that we don't understand,

E      D      A
And I know the language is made out of

B            C
One upmanship and slight of hand.

A  B  C               A
But it's all we've got to explain how they made us,

E     D        A
Unable to explain how they made us.

E     D        E  D  C B
Unable to explain how they

Verse 2

E                    D
And I'm naked except for donations, rank revelations,

                  C
My own bad behavior, pissing off the neighbours.

B
Lying to colleagues about how interesting I am,

E
Just so part of me is nothing like them and

D
The clubs up on Swan Street pulse to the backbeat of violence and sadness

C
and god awful sweat heat.

B
They tarnish reputations and they smash up train stations,
So angry they forgot what they were angry about.

A                  B
This city is a punching bag for the punished to let something out.

A          B          E       D      C
But how can you stay mad when the red sun spits straight through the clouds

B
like this?

A
And the cold bites my skin.

B
And you bit my upper lip.

Chorus 2

A             B             C
But silence speaks louder than words that we don't understand,

E      D      A
And I know the language is made out of

B            C
One upmanship and slight of hand.

A  B  C               A
But it's all we've got to explain how they made us,

E     D        A
Unable to explain how they made us.

E     D       C
Unable to explain how they

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