[Verse 1]
E Abm
Well it's no secret that country's in some trouble here
F#m A
The left is mad, the right's enraged, and the middle's disappeared
E Abm
The fat cats expect us to bail out them and all their friends
F#m A
And when they've spent our money they stick out their hands again
C#m A
It's times like this that each of us need to reach across the aisle
F#m A
Instead of hurling linsults we can try to share a smile
E Abm
Put aside our differences and remember what made us great
F#m A (hold on A)
All the people arm in arm and in one voice we'll say:
[Chorus]
E F#m A
It's time for guillotines, it's time to raise the boards
E F#m A
It's time to sharpen blades, we just can't take this any more
E B A
It's nothing personal, we gave your way a try
E B E
We're sorry, but you at the top all have to die
[Verse 2]
E Abm
I'm sorry Mister President, we need to have your head
F#m A
And senators and congressmen--we need all of you dead
E Ab
And all the CEOs of all the banks
F#m A
And TV pundits too, let's show our thanks
C#m A
It really pains us, we'll have to kill your wives and children too
F#m A
It's purely business, we just cannot have them avengin' you
E Abm C#m
We'll storm the Hamptons, and Beverely Hills, and to Georgetown we go
F#m A
And we'll burn Connecticut to the ground so that nothing ever grows
[Chorus]
E E F#m A
It's time for guillotines, it's time to raise the boards
E F#m A
It's time to sharpen blades, we just can't take this any more
E B C#m A
Those peaceful protests just were not cutting it
E B A B C# (<-major, it's the key change)
Martin Luther King and Ghandi both can go suck a dick
(Ya'll ready for a f*****g key change?)
[Verse 3]
F# Bbm
We can come together, we can do this if we try
Abm B
Find our common enemy and united both our sides
F# Bbm
A lesbian and a NASCAR fan help to hold a lobbyist down
Abm B
While a priest and an abortion doctor stomp him into the ground
Ebm B
We'll take the Secretary of the Treasury, and the Chairmen of the Fed
Abm Db
And let all three hundred million citizens gangrape them 'till their dead
Ebm B
And when every man, woman and child has finished running trade
Abm Db
We'll rest for a couple hundred years before we'll have to do it again
[Chorus]
F# Abm B
It's time for guillotines, it's time to raise the boards
F# Abm B
It's time to sharpen blades, we just can't take this any more
F# Db Ebm B
Those peaceful protests just were not cutting it
F# Db B
Martin Luther King and Ghandi both can go suck a dick
F# Db B F#
Martin Luther King and Ghandi both can go suck a dick