Bricks-by American War I tabbed this from watching the pink couch sessions vid. some of the timing might be off, but you get the point. enjoy :) capo 5th C F C G C F Am G F. C F White were the walls that encased my body C G White were the hands that locked me inside C F White was the color of every other stripe Am G F. Of the flag that watched over our dreams C G Am F If labels are limits, then those sirens are blaring C G Am Behind us as we fly on by C G Am F Screaming, "Get back here you dirty sons of bitches C G Am F Can't you read that fucking sign?" C F White were the sheets upon which I slumbered C G White were the lights that awoke me C F White was the noise that echoed down the hallway Am G F. And silently rattled through my brain C G Am F If labels are limits, then we're crashing right through that C G Am Glass ceiling overhead C G Am F And the janitors keep the brooms and dustpans in the closet C G Am And smile wide-eyed towards the sky C F C G C F Am G F. (strum all chords once in final verse) C G Am F If labels are limits, then we're crashing right through that C G Am Glass ceiling overhead C G Am F And the janitors keep the brooms and dustpans in the closet C G Am And smile wide-eyed towards the sky C G Am Smile wide-eyed towards the sky http://www.myspace.com/americanwar