Bread for the Body
Feeling Mortal

[INTRO]

 A G  x3

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[VERSE]

    A G A 
I built my own chains in the land of the free
                              B E 
A slave to a job that meant nothing to me
              A G A 
With three shiny new cars and a split level home
                            G A 
To furnish the tomb I was dying to own
 
      D 
Then one day I wakened with fear in my eye
   A E 
Aware of a world that was passing me by
         A G A 
And I knew that my savings of silver and gold
                                 G A 
Would mean not a thing when my body was cold
 
[CHORUS]

          A D A 
Because life is a song for the dying to sing
                              B E 
It's got to have feeling to mean anything
        A D A 
And a man can get by without silver or gold
                              G A 
With bread for the body and song for the soul
 
[INTERLUDE]

 A G  x3

[VERSE]

      A G A 
I'm living my life by the lessons I've learned
                               B E 
And not looking back at the bridges I've burned
             A G A 
'Cause the time that we travel from cradle to grave
                                 G A 
Was meant to be spent and not meant to be saved

         D  
And I know there are some who will say I'm a fool
        A E 
But I don't give a damn for the people that do
            A G A 
'Cause if down in a dungeon is where they belong
                                    G A 
Well, that's their misfortune and none of my own
 
[CHORUS]

          A D A 
Because life is a song for the dying to sing
                              B E 
It's got to have feeling to mean anything
        A D A 
And a man can get by without silver or gold
                              G A 
With bread for the body and song for the soul
 
[OUTRO]

 A G  x7

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