Em part: e -------0----------0--------------------------------------------------------------| B -------0----------0--------------------------------------------------------------| G -------0----------0--------------------------------------------------------------| D -------2----------2-----2--p--0----------0------2--/--4--\--2--p--0--------------| A -------2----------2------------------2---------------------------------------2---| E -------0----------0--------------------------------------------------------------| D part: e -------2----------2--------------------------------------------------------------| B -------3----------3--------------------------------------------------------------| G -------2----------2-----2--p--0----------0------2--/--4--\--2--p--0--------------| D -------0----------0------------------2---------------------------------------2---| A -------x----------x--------------------------------------------------------------| E -------x----------x--------------------------------------------------------------| Intro: ED ED Verse 1: Em D Why should I live in history, condemned to a life I could've been. Em D I quit taking dope, I quit drinking whisky;I quit taking chances. ED ED Verse 2: Em D I gave her the ring, my mother gave me, She said "meet at the station, four thirty." Em D So I sit here waiting patiently, why should I live in history. Chorus: Am G D When the world shines a dud and calls it coal, Am G D They're selling the light at the church at the end of the road, C Am When Angels Wings run out a vase, Looks like I'm blindsided once again. ED ED Verse 3: Em D Why should I live in history, give away my gun and join the sea, Em D Resurrection Mary gonna set me free, now I'm a believer. Em D But this mockingbird is mocking me, she's four hours late and I'm all at sea, Em D One little taste is all it takes, to get me back to history. Chorus: Am G D When the world shines a dud and calls it coal, Am G D They're selling the light at the church at the end of the road, C Am When Angels Wings run out a vase, Looks like I'm blindsided once again. Bridge: EEm Em D Am If I gave a damn what you thought I'd give you the bottle and ask Em D Am Now the streets are dead and I'm ashamed, think I'll go call upon my past Em D Am I'm all out of hope, I'm all out of you, there's nothing left - there's nothing new, Em D Am And your judgement day is long past due, now what am I supposed to do? Solo: e -----------------------------------------------8------------------8--------------------------------| B ------------------------------9-8-----------11---11--9---------11---11--9------8-h-9-p-8-----------| G ---------------------8--10--------10--8----------------10--(8)------------8---------------10--8----| D ------------8--10----------------------------------------------------------------------------------| A --/-8--11------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| E ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| e -----------------------------------------------8---------------------------------------------------| B ------------------------------9-8-----------11---11--9---------------------------------------------| G ---------------------8--10--------10--8----------------10-------8-----8-/-9--h--10-----------------| D ------------8--10----------------------------------------------------------------------------------| A --/-8--11------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| E ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| ED ED Verse 4: Em D Why should I live in history, underneath this tin-foil moon, Em D I just got tired waiting round for you to change your tune Em D It's my desire for your company, if only time would let me be, F G And stop the world from stopping me, why should I live in history. Chorus: Am G D When the world shines a dud and calls it coal, Am G D They're selling the light at the church at the end of the road, C Am When Angels Wings run out a vase, Looks like I'm blindsided... Am G D When the world shines a dud and calls it coal, Am G D They're selling the light at the church at the end of the road, C Am Em When Angels Wings run out a vase, Looks like I'm blindsided once again.