Bruised Orange Teclado

	  Intro - A (466544) take off your barre finger to make the same noise Justin makes for the E. 

Also, Justin puts a riff in when moving from A to D.  


A 
M y heart's in the ice house Come hill or come valley 
D 
Like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley 
A                                 E 
On a cold winter's morning to a church house 
                         A 
Just to shovel some snow 

A 
I heard sirens on the train track Howl naked gettin' nuder 
D 
An alter boy's been hit by a local commuter 
A                                               E 
Just from walking with his back turned to the train 
                       A 
That was coming so slow  

Chorus: 
D 
You can gaze out the window Get mad and get madder 
A 
Throw you hands in the air Say "What does it matter?" 
       E 
But it don't do no good to get angry 
                A 
So help me I know  
D 
For a heart stained in anger Grows weak and grows bitter 
A 
You become your own prisoner 
                                          E 
As you watch yourself sit there wrapped up in a trap 
                                A 
Of your very own chain of sorrow. 

Verse: 
A 
I been brought down to zero Pulled out and put back there 
D 
I sat on the park bench kissed the girl with the black hair 
A                                 E 
And my head shouted down to my heart 
                           A 
You better look out be low. 

A 
H ey, it ain't such a long drop Don't stammer. Don't stutter 
D 
From the diamonds in the sidewalk to the dirt in the gutter 
A                        E 
And you carry those bruises to remind you 
               A 
Wherever you go.  

Chorus: 
D 
You can gaze out the window Get mad and get madder 
A 
Throw you hands in the air Say "What does it matter?" 
       E 
But it don't do no good to get angry 
                A 
So help me I know  
D 
For a heart stained in anger Grows weak and grows bitter 
A 
You be come your own prisoner 
                                          E 
As you watch yourself sit there wrapped up in a trap 
                                A 
Of your very own chain of sorrow. 

Instrumental: 

A, D, A, E x4 


A 
M y heart's in the ice house Come hill or come valley 
D 
Like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley 
A                                 E 
On a cold winter's morning to a church house 
                       A 
Just to shovel some snow