Capo 3
Intro: Am Em
That’s the st
ate of my, state of my, state of my head
That’s the st
ate of my, state of my, state of my head
It’s been
a long bumpy r
ide sittin’ back in the s
addle
It’s time to
get down, d
irty up our knees in the b
attle
Come on
, round up the b
oys, gonna make the walls r
attle
Oh, our
flag is tattered and our
bones are shattered
But it
doesn’t matter ’cause we’re m
ovin’ forward
Round ’em up, round ’em up, let’s go
Round ’em up, let’s g
o
Oh, my eyes are s
eein’ red
Double vision from the bl
ood we’ve shed
The only way I’m l
eavin’ is dead
That’s the st
ate of my, state of my, st
ate of my head
They don’t know,
where we’ve been
We got that c
oncrete street skin
The only way I’m l
eavin’ is dead
That’s the st
ate of my, state of my, st
ate of my head
That’s the st
ate of my, state of my, state of my head
We’ve been
shot up, beat
up by the fallin’ of the
arrows
Yeah, I’m
full of deep c
uts right down to the m
arrow
But there’s
no doubt we’ll get
out from the bottom of the b
arrel
Oh, our
flag is tattered and our
bones are shattered
But it
doesn’t matter ’cause we’re m
ovin’ forward
Round ’em up, round ’em up, let’s go
Round ’em up, let’s g
o
Oh, my eyes are s
eein’ red
Double vision from the bl
ood we’ve shed
The only way I’m l
eavin’ is dead
That’s the st
ate of my, state of my, st
ate of my head
They don’t know,
where we’ve been
We got that c
oncrete street skin
The only way I’m l
eavin’ is dead
That’s the st
ate of my, state of my, st
ate of my head
Oooo
oh, that’s the st
ate of my, state of my, st
ate of my head
Oooo
oh, that’s the st
ate of my, state of my, st
ate of my head
Can you hear me now, can you hear me n
ow, I’m comin’ back for more
Do you feel me now, do you feel me now, I’m breakin’ down your door
I’m not speakin’ under my breath ’cause the h
arder you push, the rougher I get
‘Cause
I’m not shakin’, when the earth starts quakin’, got my own foundation with no hesitation and the
Oh, my eyes are seein’ red
Double vision from the bl
ood we’ve shed
The only way I’m l
eavin’ is dead
That’s the st
ate of my, state of my, st
ate of my head
They don’t know,
where we’ve been
We got that c
oncrete street skin
The only way I’m l
eavin’ is dead
That’s the st
ate of my, state of my, st
ate of my head
(The only way I’m l
eavin’ is dead)
That’s the st
ate of my, state of my, st
ate of my head
(The only way I’m l
eavin’ is dead)
That’s the st
ate of my, state of my, st
ate of my head
