[B] [Ab] [F#] [E]
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Ta[B]coma Center sixteen hundred [Ab]suffer sleepless nights
no [F#]phone calls home to families, no [E]reading, no Miranda rights
a [B]second tier of prison, as if the [Ab]first was not enough
it seems a [F#]citizen's great promise is
a [E]place to sleep when they lock you up
But either way, they are commodifying [B]someone,
as if said [E]someone ever could just fade aw[B]ay:
the [E]dreary endless days don't pass lik[B]e numbers on a page,
they sit in [Ab]silence 'til they rail against th[F#]e irons of their cage
But such a [B]casual addition to su[Ab]pplies, to chains, to flows
tucked be[F#]tween logistics systems, a lock [E]factory, a railroad
as [B]billboards picture families, reu[Ab]nited in their homes
buses [F#]carry 'unnamed' inmates
to unnamed j[E]ails, to unnamed roads
It is a euphemistic package for a[B]partheid
a billion [E]dollars earned in someone else'[B]s blood
a [E]manufactured answer to a [B]xenophobic question:
how to [Ab]monetize the labors lost from [F#]deportation trolls
Hundred and [E]twenty five dollars a [B]head
hundred and [E]twenty five dollars a [B]bed
and on [E]weekends we gathered out[B]side of the gates
just to [Ab]read off the name of the [F#]dead
I must say it's [Ab]a strange sense of sedition
just to [F#]show the hopes we'd hold
contract the [E]contradict con[B]trition
of soulless [E]states, of stateless [B]souls
(No chords)
Oh eugenic organs, how you beat, constrict, and breathe
And oh you magic markets do detain, defeat, deceive
and on the edge of this gross city, your mixed metaphors conceive
remuneration, replication, yes, interminably.
[B]Oh eugenic organs, how you [F#]beat, constrict, and [E]breathe
And [B]oh you magic markets do de[F#]tain, defeat, de[E]ceive
and on the [B]edge of this gross city, your mixed [F#]metaphors con[E]ceive
remuner[B]ation, replication, yes, in[F#]terminably.[E]
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Ta[B]coma Center sixteen hundred [Ab]suffer sleepless nights
no [F#]phone calls home to families, no [E]reading, no Miranda rights
a [B]second tier of prison, as if the [Ab]first was not enough
it seems a [F#]citizen's great promise is
a [E]place to sleep when they lock you up
But either way, they are commodifying [B]someone,
as if said [E]someone ever could just fade aw[B]ay:
the [E]dreary endless days don't pass lik[B]e numbers on a page,
they sit in [Ab]silence 'til they rail against th[F#]e irons of their cage
But such a [B]casual addition to su[Ab]pplies, to chains, to flows
tucked be[F#]tween logistics systems, a lock [E]factory, a railroad
as [B]billboards picture families, reu[Ab]nited in their homes
buses [F#]carry 'unnamed' inmates
to unnamed j[E]ails, to unnamed roads
It is a euphemistic package for a[B]partheid
a billion [E]dollars earned in someone else'[B]s blood
a [E]manufactured answer to a [B]xenophobic question:
how to [Ab]monetize the labors lost from [F#]deportation trolls
Hundred and [E]twenty five dollars a [B]head
hundred and [E]twenty five dollars a [B]bed
and on [E]weekends we gathered out[B]side of the gates
just to [Ab]read off the name of the [F#]dead
I must say it's [Ab]a strange sense of sedition
just to [F#]show the hopes we'd hold
contract the [E]contradict con[B]trition
of soulless [E]states, of stateless [B]souls
(No chords)
Oh eugenic organs, how you beat, constrict, and breathe
And oh you magic markets do detain, defeat, deceive
and on the edge of this gross city, your mixed metaphors conceive
remuneration, replication, yes, interminably.
[B]Oh eugenic organs, how you [F#]beat, constrict, and [E]breathe
And [B]oh you magic markets do de[F#]tain, defeat, de[E]ceive
and on the [B]edge of this gross city, your mixed [F#]metaphors con[E]ceive
remuner[B]ation, replication, yes, in[F#]terminably.[E]
