Disclaimer: 

Chords may be slightly disloacted due to UG's formating.
I tabbed this from the Guitar Pro that is rated five stars so all cred to whoever did that. 
The only thing I have changed is the breakdown 
- in the real version they play only G#m, but for acoustic it fits better with a F#m.
Also added the two last lines since it makes for a better ending on acoustic.

When playing the following part right before the chorus, just slide past the G 
chord when going up to G#m:

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Please play, enjoy and rate :-)


Black Masks and Gasoline - Rise Against

           
simply because

         
 you can breat

he doesn't mea

n you're alive

,
             
or that you re

     
ally live,
           
this life has 

          
taken its toll

,
              
she just doesn

             
't know how mu

              
ch more she ca

  
n give 

           
But here, at t

              
he top of the 

                   
world, 
              
where I raise 

             
my hands and I

           
 clench my fis

ts,
           
they stand bef

             
ore me below d

emanding the 
             
answers with f

          
lips of a swit

ch

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I don't unders

            
tand where you

         
 got this idea

,
           
so deeply engr

            
ained in your 

           
head (that thi

s world)
           
is something t

           
hat you must i

mpress,
         
cause I     co

            
uldn't care le

ss

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a need for rev

             
olution's risi

                      
ng, 
              
it comes to th

             
e surface, gas

         
ping for air,
           
and we're not 

              
putting up wit

       
h this planet 
             
one more day, 

              
much less one 

     
more year

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I don't understand where you got this idea,
so deeply engrained in your head
that this world is something that you must impress,
cause I couldn't care less

            
So here and no

              
w, in our rott

                   
ing nation
the blood, it pours, it's all on our hands now
we live, in fear, of our own potential
to win, to lose, it's all on our hands now

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I have an amer

     
ican dream,
              
but it involve

             
s black masks 

              
and gasoline,
              
one day I'll t

           
urn these thou

           
ghts into scre

ams,
              
at a world tha

             
t turned its b

                 
ack down on me

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I don't understand where you got this idea,
so deeply engrained in your head
that this world is something that you must impress,
cause I couldn't care less

cause I couldn't care less

cause I couldn't care less