[INTRO]
A G x3
[A]
[VERSE]
I b[A]uilt my own chains in the l[G]and of the fr[A]ee
A slave to a job that meant n[B]othing to m[E]e
With three sh[A]iny new cars and a spl[G]it level h[A]ome
To furnish the tomb I was d[G]ying to [A]own
Then [D]one day I wakened with fear in my eye
Aw[A]are of a world that was passing me b[E]y
And I kn[A]ew that my savings of s[G]ilver and g[A]old
Would mean not a thing when my b[G]ody was c[A]old
[CHORUS]
Because l[A]ife is a song for the d[D]ying to s[A]ing
It's got to have feeling to m[B]ean anyth[E]ing
And a m[A]an can get by without s[D]ilver or g[A]old
With bread for the body and s[G]ong for the s[A]oul
[INTERLUDE]
A G x3
[VERSE]
I'm l[A]iving my life by the l[G]essons I've le[A]arned
And not looking back at the br[B]idges I've b[E]urned
'Cause the t[A]ime that we travel from cr[G]adle to gr[A]ave
Was meant to be spent and not me[G]ant to be s[A]aved
And I kn[D]ow there are some who will say I'm a fool
But I d[A]on't give a damn for the people that d[E]o
'Cause if d[A]own in a dungeon is wh[G]ere they bel[A]ong
Well, that's their misfortune and n[G]one of my [A]own
[CHORUS]
Because l[A]ife is a song for the d[D]ying to s[A]ing
It's got to have feeling to m[B]ean anyth[E]ing
And a m[A]an can get by without s[D]ilver or g[A]old
With bread for the body and s[G]ong for the s[A]oul
[OUTRO]
A G x7
[A]
A G x3
[A]
[VERSE]
I b[A]uilt my own chains in the l[G]and of the fr[A]ee
A slave to a job that meant n[B]othing to m[E]e
With three sh[A]iny new cars and a spl[G]it level h[A]ome
To furnish the tomb I was d[G]ying to [A]own
Then [D]one day I wakened with fear in my eye
Aw[A]are of a world that was passing me b[E]y
And I kn[A]ew that my savings of s[G]ilver and g[A]old
Would mean not a thing when my b[G]ody was c[A]old
[CHORUS]
Because l[A]ife is a song for the d[D]ying to s[A]ing
It's got to have feeling to m[B]ean anyth[E]ing
And a m[A]an can get by without s[D]ilver or g[A]old
With bread for the body and s[G]ong for the s[A]oul
[INTERLUDE]
A G x3
[VERSE]
I'm l[A]iving my life by the l[G]essons I've le[A]arned
And not looking back at the br[B]idges I've b[E]urned
'Cause the t[A]ime that we travel from cr[G]adle to gr[A]ave
Was meant to be spent and not me[G]ant to be s[A]aved
And I kn[D]ow there are some who will say I'm a fool
But I d[A]on't give a damn for the people that d[E]o
'Cause if d[A]own in a dungeon is wh[G]ere they bel[A]ong
Well, that's their misfortune and n[G]one of my [A]own
[CHORUS]
Because l[A]ife is a song for the d[D]ying to s[A]ing
It's got to have feeling to m[B]ean anyth[E]ing
And a m[A]an can get by without s[D]ilver or g[A]old
With bread for the body and s[G]ong for the s[A]oul
[OUTRO]
A G x7
[A]