The Season of Age, ustaknow 01 May2018 song draft [5090 2018]:

F fragment, Am, C, Am (chord prog, -repeat)

\Ff \Am e \C c \Am e
Reflections of a pawn..., stared, life
\F \Am \C \Am
What can any of us ..., do?
\F \Am \C \Am \F \ Am C Am
We mouth a yawn morphine, – and stark plucked, media – lives spew
\G ^ \(g) \
bang bang bang,
\F Maj \a^ \Am e C Am
wake up from your sleep
\G v (d) \(drone to\ end of verse)
Bang bang bang, wake up from you sleep

\F \Am \C \Am
What can any of us do?
F Am C Am
Re - flec - tions of life pawned – for now and pennies val – ue
F Am C Am
Against a stark mom's..., – tucked in, life

[Ch]
F Am C Am
I think, what's going, – go - ing on!
F Am C Am
Four non-blondes screaming – actually, it's all red not blue
F Am C Am F Am C Am
And our pawned life, – no quarter, no relief, – disparate beliefs – do

[Ch]
F Am C Am
What can any of – us do?
F Am C Am
Since can have no clear – beef
F Am C Am F Am C Am
That any of what we do, -- profit only other hue's!

F Am
What did ever happen…
C Am F Am
To the slow pen, and never – to offend
C Am F Am C Am
To get accomplished a non – dark life light, – this fight we now call life

(Sung like chorus)
G
Re - flec - tions, now roll on
Fmaj Am C F (*Am) F Am
We roll on roll on, we roll, on, roll

(Pickup line)
C Am F Am C F (*Am)
Yes, what's going on – in all those – life's cues?

(Verse progression)
F Am C Am
Peace is an illusion, – a reflection of void
F Am C Am
Our chaste opioid reams, – of paper burning bright
F Am C Am
Our earthly gain no – longer pained
F Am C Am
New compost for – our life's float

[Ch] – outtro – Reg Chorus above but without – C, Am 1x only the, first 2 lines, then:
G G \F Am
Bang, bang, bang…, 2x; Wake up from your sleep…, you … … …