[Intro]
|B |
|B (E)|A (E)|G#m | |
[Verse]
B (E)
Seems the sickness within each year
A (E) G#m
has got what it takes to make the go-getters volunteer
B (E)
applauding their own cynical skills
A (E)
let's drop the bomb, their future's on
G#m
let's drop the bomb
B A G#m
because dusted off opinions are way around
B A G#m
desperate for some moral ground
C#m A G#m
I detest everything they've blessed
C#m A F#
I abhor everything they stand for
[Chorus]
E B C#m A
a few degrees of rottenness
E B C#m A
is what separates their lives from their deaths
[Interlude]
|B (E)|A (E)|G#m | |
[Verse]
B (E) A
to many free market conquerors and inventors
(E) G#m
of government bluffs are looked up upon:
they know the job and get it done
B (E)
with cheap convenience and racing airwaves
A (E) G#m
I overslept my going for vengeance rightful retaliation
B A G#m
I would like to enter their vicious circle
B A G#m
with the adrenaline rush of a great beserker
C#m A G#m
they seek profit, they think global
C#m A F#
but see poverty as a personal failure and shame
[Chorus]
E B C#m A
a few degrees of rottenness
E B C#m A
is what separates their lives from their deaths
[Bridge]
G#m A
so call me killjoy
G#m A
but there's a certain happiness and success
B A B A
I'd like to destroy
E B C#m A
a few degrees of rottenness
E B C#m A
is what separates their lives from their deaths
E B C#m A
maybe I'm only one of many
E B C#m A
who's started to reconsider murder
E B C#m A
the harder it gets
E
the more they tend to look like
B C#m A E
moving targets