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Heres To Life Tab

by Bandits Of The Acoustic Revolution


Intro

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*Horn Part A*


How did Camus really die that night?
                                                               
Were they right? When he died was it really his time, or was it suicide?

And Holden Caulfield is a friend of mine
                                                                 
We go drinking from time to time, and I find it gets harder every time.

                      
*Horn Part B*

                        
Three went down (But only two of them come up again)
                          
The minimal is criminal but less is a sin
                           
Though three went down (only two of them come up again)
                                                
I’m not gonna play if there ain’t no way I’ll win

                
*Horn Solo*


Hemingway never seemed to mind the banality of a normal life,
                               
And I find it gets harder every time.

So he aimed the shotgun into the blue, placed his face in between the two,
                     
And sighed: Here’s to Life!

                                     
     
*Horn Part A*


                      
*Horn Part B*

                        
Three went down (but only two of them come up again)
                          
The minimal is criminal but less is a sin
                           
Though three went down (only two of them come up again)
                                                
I’m not gonna play if there ain’t no way I’ll win

                  
Hey there Salinger, what did you do?
                       
Just when the world was looking at you
                           
To write anything that meant anything,
                    
You told us you were through
                            
And it’s been years since you passed away,
                          
But I see no plaque, and I see no grave
                                          
And I can’t help believing you wanted it that way


                        
And Vincent Van Gogh, why do you weep?
                                      
You were on your way to heaven but the road was steep
                   
And who was there to break your fall?
                     
We’re guilty, one and all
                           
And I don’t know much, but I do know this:
                           
With a golden heart comes a rebel fist
                             
And every single soldier wasn’t fired;

Some have quit

                      
*Horn Part B*

                                     
     
*Horn Part A*


And it makes me sick when I think of it: All my heroes could not live with this
                                         
And I hope you rest in peace because with us you never did
    
And K.D.C., you were much too young and you changed my life but I draw the line
                        
At suicide, so here’s to life

               
*Outro*