Hand Over Hand chords by Watsky

Am D C Am G x2


Am       D
It's the American dream
           C                              Am          G      Am
But if you pull on the thread, it's gonna tear at the seam
D                         C
See what I mean? We don't tend to scream
              Am           G
Baby, we just stare at the screen
Am                      D
Like it's a preacherman up at the pulpit
C                          Am          G
Some with the scars end up holding the bullwhip
Am                  D
Another angry kid unloading a full clip
C                        Am          G
And I could tie a pretty bow on this bullshit
Am                     D
But let's not lie for another second
C                         Am
We see the trouble, we're rubberneckin
   G            Am                      D
No doublecheckin, if it's an issue we have to grapple
C                             Am        G
The words are caught in my Adam's apple
Am                 D
I make my body a happy chapel
C                          Am      G
Cause every person's a tabernacle
Am                            D
But there's no feeling you gotta hide
C                        Am          G
So let's all pray to the God inside, say it now

(Chorus)
      D                                     Am
Never needed a hand til you needed a hand
          F                                      G
You never know how to walk until you understand
       D                                    Am
Coulda been anything that you needed to be
         F                          G
How many more do you want? How many more do you need?
Am            D                C   G
Still I wish I could break free
          Am          D       C               G
It's that same old simple song I still believe
Am           D           C   G
How many more do we need?
            Am           D
Before it's hand over hand
C           G
Love over everything



Am                    D
That?s me with the long arm
                 C                       Am        G
Screaming at the top dog, spilling my blood on the cement
Am              D                       C
We willing to roll now, sick of getting mowed down
          Am             G
Fuck if I dope now, it'd kill me
Am                    D
Cause I'd rather be known for the dealing
C                  Am          G
Than known to be hooked on the feeling
Am                    D    C                      Am    G
How many more gotta go now? How many more gotta go down?
Am                  D                        C                            Am
I'll stand in the rain witcha, just to get a little bit of glimpse of the plain picture
G             Am                        D
People need a pinch just to get em to wake up
C                                        Am       G
You'll be in a ditch before I get you to wake up, say it bruh
Am                     D                            C      Am  G
Whoever said it wasn?t fair, they was telling the truth
Am                 D                           C      Am  G
I'd be a liar if I said there was nothing to prove



{Chorus}



Am                D
They say we gotta know our role
C                      Am       G
Kiss the bottom of the totem pole
Am                  D
Set goals, and then go for gold
       C                             Am        G
But we hibernate and hide inside our gopher holes
       Am               D
I wanna smoke a bowl, a hand on my dick
                C                          Am        G
While the other one is busy clicking the remote control
      Am                 D                       C
I'm no Dalai Lama of the sofa but I hear I gotta go to
                           Am           G
Where the sinners face the roasting coals
       Am                            D
You say that your heart ain't got no holes, well bitch please
C                           Am             G
Let's all admit that we got souls like Swiss cheese
Am                      D
But wishing isn't gonna fill this abyss
            C                            Am              G
And no hand over hand over fisted riches is fixin what's missing
Am                      D
If I wanna kill this monotony
           C                          Am       G
I know the answer is a light that I got in me
            Am                    D
I got no university degree in philosophy
                C                            Am          G
But I know that every baby's born with the lock and key, say it now