The Classic Crime
Four Chords
[Verse 1]
I was once a boy in love with strangers
As I watched them smoke their cigarettes I'd wave
I was much to young to think of danger
I was curious and innocent and brave
[Verse 2]
Now the wrinkles in my face have gotten deeper, I'm an old man that's just 25 years young
I try to keep myself away from mirrors, they remind me of the stupid things I've done
[Pre-Chorus]
Because after all mans intellect and power
All you get is 650,000 hours if you're lucky then you're dead
Says the voice inside my head that keeps me moving on
That keeps me singing these songs
[Chorus]
So sing along
Oh, oh, here we go, been down this road about a thousand times before
But we ain't bored
Oh, oh, here we go singing songs we wrote about a thousand times before
But we ain't bored the same four chords, the same four chords
[Verse 3]
Now the beard upon my face has gotten thicker
To protect me from the storms that come my way
Maybe when lifes done I'll be the singer in the band that plays outside of heavens gate
[Pre-Chorus]
Because after all mans intellect and power
All you get is 650,000 hours if you're lucky then you're dead
Says the voice inside my head that keeps me moving on
That keeps me singing these songs
[Chorus]
So sing along
Oh, oh, here we go, been down this road about a thousand times before
But we ain't bored
Oh, oh, here we go singing songs we wrote about a thousand times before
But we ain't bored the same four chords, the same four chords
The same four chords, the same four chords
[Bridge] (x3)
(1,3: And) even if I die tomorrow I'll be glad my life was filled with songs
And even (2: maybe) if I die tomorrow these four chords will keep me living on
[Ending]
So sing along
Oh, oh, the songs that we wrote, are playing back on the radio
Oh, oh, if I die tomorrow these four chords will keep me living on
Oh, oh, the songs that we wrote, are playing back on the radio
Oh, oh, if I die tomorrow these four chords will keep me living on
These four chords will keep me living on
These four chords will keep me living on