VERSE 1
C
Who the hell have I been kidding
G
I sold my soul to the corporation
F
They know me better than I know myself
G
I better shut it up I better shut it up
C
You gotta problem with the way I think
G
I gotta problem with the way you think
F
That you can program me like a damned machine
G
I'm gonna take a stand and say f--k this scene
VERSE 2
C
I'm sick of imagery instead of artistry
G
I'm sick of apathy instead of harmony
F
I'm sick of poets working part time jobs
G
While pissy people pick and choose the stars
C
I know that I should be the last one to speak
G F
About this but even sellouts have their dreams
G
So set the music free
TRANSITION
C - G - C -G
CHORUS
Am Dm G C G
baaa dadada daaa dadadada daaa dadadada daaaa dadadadadaaa
Am Dm G C G Am
badadada daaa dadadada daaa daaa dadadadadaaa
G
Oooohhhhh,
VERSE 3
C
What the hell am I trying to prove
G
I ran away so young now on the move
F
Like a vandal I wear my mask
G
And all you punks back home you can kiss my a-s
C
Cuz' I gotta feelin' deep down inside my soulll
G
That's taken three whole years to gain control
F G
And I ain't never no never no NEVER no never no never
G (cut off)
Comin' home
TRANSITION
C - G - C -G
CHORUS
Am Dm G C G
Baaadadadada daaa dadadada daa dadadada daaa dadadada daaa
Am Dm G C G Am
Badadada daa dadadada daaa dadadada daaa dadadada daaa
G C
Ooohhhh oh oh oh