Intro: B G# F# E F# G# (let ring)
Verse:
I look around and I see nothing but the dead.
Thought they were angels but there's nothing above their he[F#]ads.[G][G#]
The real world came crashing through the door,
who'd knew we'd become the children of [F#]war.
Pre-Chorus:
Th[B]rown into[Em] a holding [F#]cell
a w[B]aiting ro[Em]om for he[F#]aven or hell.
We t[B]ried to m[D#]ake mice out of m[E]en.
We only s[F#]trengthened the ones we sought to contend.
Chorus:
S[B]hip of fools, all aboard the s[G#]hip of fools.
We bl[F#]indly follow a[E]ll the rules on the s[B]hip of fools.
All aboard the sh[G#]ip of fools.
If we're a[F#]lways compassion[E]ate,
how are [F#]we supposed to turn a profit?[G#]
Verse:
Poisoned words spew from poisoned tongues.
We have the answer but have to convert the young.[F#][G][G#]
Dying is the best way to make a living.
Works for us don't think of it as giving i[F#]n.
Pre-Chorus:
Well re[B]ady, set, he[Em]re's the fu[F#]n.
Pu[B]nch the clock[Em] and grab yourse[F#]lf a gun.
This will [B]be our fi[D#]nest ho[E]ur
as we st[F#]umble around drunk with power.
Chorus:
S[B]hip of fools, all aboard the s[G#]hip of fools.
We b[F#]lindly follow a[E]ll the rules on the s[B]hip of fools.
All aboard the s[G#]hip of fools.
In the de[F#]pths of the deep blue s[E]ea,
you're going o[F#]ver the side if I find you disagree.
Instrumental Part: C# E B F#
Repeat Chorus 2x
End On B
Verse:
I look around and I see nothing but the dead.
Thought they were angels but there's nothing above their he[F#]ads.[G][G#]
The real world came crashing through the door,
who'd knew we'd become the children of [F#]war.
Pre-Chorus:
Th[B]rown into[Em] a holding [F#]cell
a w[B]aiting ro[Em]om for he[F#]aven or hell.
We t[B]ried to m[D#]ake mice out of m[E]en.
We only s[F#]trengthened the ones we sought to contend.
Chorus:
S[B]hip of fools, all aboard the s[G#]hip of fools.
We bl[F#]indly follow a[E]ll the rules on the s[B]hip of fools.
All aboard the sh[G#]ip of fools.
If we're a[F#]lways compassion[E]ate,
how are [F#]we supposed to turn a profit?[G#]
Verse:
Poisoned words spew from poisoned tongues.
We have the answer but have to convert the young.[F#][G][G#]
Dying is the best way to make a living.
Works for us don't think of it as giving i[F#]n.
Pre-Chorus:
Well re[B]ady, set, he[Em]re's the fu[F#]n.
Pu[B]nch the clock[Em] and grab yourse[F#]lf a gun.
This will [B]be our fi[D#]nest ho[E]ur
as we st[F#]umble around drunk with power.
Chorus:
S[B]hip of fools, all aboard the s[G#]hip of fools.
We b[F#]lindly follow a[E]ll the rules on the s[B]hip of fools.
All aboard the s[G#]hip of fools.
In the de[F#]pths of the deep blue s[E]ea,
you're going o[F#]ver the side if I find you disagree.
Instrumental Part: C# E B F#
Repeat Chorus 2x
End On B
