Capo 5th fret

Standard (EADGBE)

 White were the walls that encased my body

 White were the hands that locked me inside

 White was the color of every other stripe

Of the flag that watched over our dreams

 If labels are limits, then those sirens are blaring

 Behind us as we fly on by

 Screaming, "Get back here you dirty sons of bitches

Can't you read that fucking sign?"

 White were the sheets upon which I slumbered

 White were the lights that awoke me

 White was the noise that echoed down the hallway

 And silently rattled through my brain

 If labels are limits, then we're crashing right through that

 Glass ceiling overhead

 And the janitors keep the brooms and dustpans in the closet

 And smile wide-eyed towards the sky

(strum all chords once in final verse)

 If labels are limits, then we're crashing right through that

 Glass ceiling overhead

 And the janitors keep the brooms and dustpans in the closet

 And smile wide-eyed towards the sky

 Smile wide-eyed towards the sky