------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bricks (Acoustic) - American War ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tabbed by: Kris Email: krismroz1@yahoo.com Tuning: Standard, Capo on 5 Not sure if that second chord is actually c# but thats what we're gonna call it. C C#(?) G Am e(-----0----------0---------3--------0--) G(-----1----------1---------3--------1--) B(-----0----------2---------0--------2--) A(-----2----------3---------0--------2--) F(-----3----------0---------2--------0--) E(-----0----------0---------3--------0--) Intro C C# C G C C# Am G F C C# White were the walls that encased my body C G White were the hands that locked me inside C C# White was the color of every other stripe Am G F Of the flag that watched over our dreams C G Am C# If labels are limits, then those sirens are blaring C G Am Behind us as we fly on by C G Am C# Screaming 'get back here you dirty sons of bitches C G Am Can't you read that fucking sign?' C C# White were the sheets upon which I slumbered C G White was the lights that awoke me C C# White was the noise that echoed down the hallway Am G F And silently rattled through my brain C G Am C# If labels are limits, then we're crashing right through that C G Am Glass ceiling overhead C G Am C# And the janitors keep the brooms and dustpans in the closet C G Am And smile wide-eyed towards the sky Outro C C# C G C C# Am G F C G Am C# If labels are limits, then we're crashing right through that C G Am (x2) Glass ceiling overhead C G Am C# And the janitors keep the brooms and dustpans in the closet C G Am(x2) And smile wide-eyed towards the sky C G Am(x2) And smile wide-eyed towards the sky