ComaCluster - Gubrist’s Pesky Jam

E F#/G C B

Verse 1:
Traffic is balked - frozen hell,
no drop flowing - from the well
Sitting idle in - the ‘fast lane’,
There’s no boon - just lots of bane

Verse 2:
Crawl a meter - collec-tively,
stroke the throttle - gingerly
Bone-with hands - on the wheel
Feel like screaming - so unreal

Verse 3:
The guy behind me - is jumping lanes
Instant hate is - what he gaines
The sun is sinking - stings my eyes
Tint the darkness with - bright tail-lights

Chorus (PowerChords):
G B C E, G C B
G B C E, G C B D

Half of our life, we’re flat-out running on the spot,
to the beat of the drum
Every evening we all gather at the tunnel’s mouth,
for Gubrist’s pesky jam