Intro: 
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 The black cat firecracker snapped back baseball cappin' 
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 Cola-cola sippin' on the suds wearing penny loafers. 
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 His Sunday best ain't good enough for the rest of the world.  
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 Yet, he stands in line and waits on his turn.  


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 The complex, disconfigured man, unassociated, 
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 Agitated with the careful investigator taking notes.  
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 He slowly tiptoes towards the dark.  

  
 Ab                Cm 
 Watercolor sunset painted before his eyes. 
     Ab                              G 
 The gateway has been opened, to the wonders of his mind.  
 Ab                     Cm 
 He was a non-believer, now without a doubt.  
    Ab                                   G 
 He looks up at the clouds, the chemical swirls fading in and out.  
  
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 The peacekeeper drafted into war, with a loaded rifle. 
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 Unaware of consequences cold war ended with a spaceship has kind of shakers. 
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 He has been programmed to believe a lie.  
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 Yet, he stands there with a gun on the front line.  
  

 Ab                      Cm 
 Blood red color sunset, painted before his eyes. 
     Ab                          G 
 The veil has been lifted, as he watches his friends drop like flies. 
Ab                      Cm 
 He was a non-believer, now without a doubt. 
    Ab                                  G 
 He looks down at his paws, the guts he had spluttered on the ground.  


       Ab 
 Yeah, yeah! 
       G 
 Yeah, yeah!  
       Ab 
 Yeah, yeah! 
       G 
 Yeah, yeah! 


            G                       Cm 
 The family got the letter, it was a message, clear and true.  
     Ab                           Cm 
 The hero, he had fallen, for the red, white, and blue. 
Ab                      Cm 
 He was a non-believer, now without a doubt.  
     Ab 
 His body lays six feet under the ground. 
     G 
 The black cat's nine lives, they ran out. 


       Ab 
 Yeah, yeah! 
       G 
 Yeah, yeah!  
       Ab 
 Yeah, yeah! 
       G 
 Yeah, yeah!