Biography:
Bomb the Music Industry! (commonly abbreviated as BtMI!) was an experimental musical collective originally from Baldwin, Nassau County, New York in 2004. They write, produce, record, and distribute all of their music under the leadership of songwriter and producer Jeff Rosenstock, and you can get their albums free at quoteunquoterecords.com
They are known for their DIY punk ethic, embodied in such actions such as distributing six albums worth of their own material for free on their website
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Other songs:
- 2400000
- 25
- 25 Hour Goddam Telethon
- 493 Ruth
- All Alone In My Big Lonely Apartment
- Big Kisses
- Big Plans Of Sleeping In
- Cant Complain
- Cold Chillin Cold Chillin
- Come On This Shit Is Getting Ridiculous
- Congratulations John On Joining Every Time I Die
- Depression Is No Fun
- Does Your Face Hurt No Cause Its Killing Me
- Dude Get With The Program
- Even Winning Feels Bad
- Free Bird
- Fresh Attitude Young Body
- Future 86
- Get Warmer
- Grudge Report
- Hurricane Waves
- I Dont Love You Anymore
- Im A Panic Bomb Baby
- Im Terrorfied
- It Ceases To Be Whining If Youre Still Shitting Blood
- Little Brother
- Pizza Claus Is Comin To Town
- Ready Set No
- Sadder Weirder
- Saddr Weirdr
- Shut Up The Punx
- Side Projects Are Never Successful
- Slumlord
- Snow Charges
- Sorry Brooklyn Dancing Wont Solve Anything
- Sort Of Like Being Pumped
- Stand There Until Youre Sober
- Struggler
- Stuff That I Like
- Sweet Home Cannada
- Syke Life Is Awesome
- The First Time I Met Sanawon
- The Last Party Foul
- The Shit That You Hate
- The Soul Crushing Northeast
- Theres My Bailout
- This Is A Singalong
- Undead
- Unlimited Breadsticks Soup And Salad Days
- Vocal Coach
- Wednesday Night Drinkball
- You Still Believe In Me
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G
Got a lot of shit on my head.
C
You know we got to pull it together 'cause it's
G
not gonna stop until we're dead.
C
You know we got to pull it together 'cause it's
Am
not gonna stop it's not gonna stop it's never ever
C
ever gonna stop until we're
G
dead.
Cm
G
Got a lot of shit on my head.
Cm
You know we got to pull it together 'cause it's
G
not gonna stop until we're dead.
Cm
You know we got to pull it together 'cause it's
A
not gonna stop it's not gonna stop it's never ever
C
ever gonna stop
Em C G
Ian Graham says it's a temp-
B
-orary solution
Em A D C
to a permanent problem. Oh oh oh.
—
Even when locations
G
change,
—
the imbalance stays the
B
same
—
And you just run out of
Em
cities, states and countries you can
B
blame.
—
So you just keep
C G
running away
C G
running away
C G
running away
C G
running away
C D
running away
D
running away!
G
Got a lot of shit on my head.
Cm
You know we got to pull it together 'cause it's
G
not gonna stop until we're dead.
Cm
You know we got to pull it together 'cause it's
A
not gonna stop it's not gonna stop it's never ever
C
ever gonna stop
Em C G
It took her to the hospital and
B
then her parents' house.
Em A D C
I’m walking home at 3 AM. Alone.
—
When the bartender's
G
asleep,
—
ya gotta think things through your-
B
-self
—
And when it
Em
gets this late it's hard to find someone to call for
B
help.
C G C D
I got my hands in my pockets and a hood tight over my head.
I couldn't deal with
G
anti-depressants But now I'm
B
Anti- depressants
C G C D
I'm all out of smokes and I'm wishing that I was dead again.
I couldn't deal with
G
anti-depressants But now I'm
B
Anti- depressants
C G C D G B
I'm drunk and alone and I'm thinking
I couldn't deal with
G
anti-depressants But now I'm
B
anti- depressants, I guess
A D
Cause it just makes a different mess.
G F# E D C B A G
Runnin’ away! Runnin’ away! Runnin’ away!
A D
Cause it just makes a different mess.
G F# E D C B A G
Runnin’ away! Runnin’ away! Runnin’ away!
A D
Cause it just makes a different mess.
G F# E D C B A G
Runnin’ away! Runnin’ away! Runnin’ away!
A D
Cause it just makes a different mess.
G
Got a lot of shit on my head.
Got a lot of shit on my head.
C
You know we got to pull it together 'cause it's
G
not gonna stop until we're dead.
C
You know we got to pull it together 'cause it's
Am
not gonna stop it's not gonna stop it's never ever
C
ever gonna stop until we're
G
dead.
Cm
G
Got a lot of shit on my head.
Cm
You know we got to pull it together 'cause it's
G
not gonna stop until we're dead.
Cm
You know we got to pull it together 'cause it's
A
not gonna stop it's not gonna stop it's never ever
C
ever gonna stop
Em C G
Ian Graham says it's a temp-
B
-orary solution
Em A D C
to a permanent problem. Oh oh oh.
—
Even when locations
G
change,
—
the imbalance stays the
B
same
—
And you just run out of
Em
cities, states and countries you can
B
blame.
—
So you just keep
C G
running away
C G
running away
C G
running away
C G
running away
C D
running away
D
running away!
G
Got a lot of shit on my head.
Cm
You know we got to pull it together 'cause it's
G
not gonna stop until we're dead.
Cm
You know we got to pull it together 'cause it's
A
not gonna stop it's not gonna stop it's never ever
C
ever gonna stop
Em C G
It took her to the hospital and
B
then her parents' house.
Em A D C
I’m walking home at 3 AM. Alone.
—
When the bartender's
G
asleep,
—
ya gotta think things through your-
B
-self
—
And when it
Em
gets this late it's hard to find someone to call for
B
help.
C G C D
I got my hands in my pockets and a hood tight over my head.
I couldn't deal with
G
anti-depressants But now I'm
B
Anti- depressants
C G C D
I'm all out of smokes and I'm wishing that I was dead again.
I couldn't deal with
G
anti-depressants But now I'm
B
Anti- depressants
C G C D G B
I'm drunk and alone and I'm thinking
I couldn't deal with
G
anti-depressants But now I'm
B
anti- depressants, I guess
A D
Cause it just makes a different mess.
G F# E D C B A G
Runnin’ away! Runnin’ away! Runnin’ away!
A D
Cause it just makes a different mess.
G F# E D C B A G
Runnin’ away! Runnin’ away! Runnin’ away!
A D
Cause it just makes a different mess.
G F# E D C B A G
Runnin’ away! Runnin’ away! Runnin’ away!
A D
Cause it just makes a different mess.
G
Got a lot of shit on my head.
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