Tom: C F/C Who the hell have i been kidding? Am I sold my soul to the corporation, C They know me better than I know myself, G I better shut it up, i better shut this up, F/C You got a problem with the way i think, Am I got a problem with the way you think C that you can program me like a damned machine G I'm gonna take a stand and say fuck this scene. F/C Am I'm sick of imagery instead of artistry, C I'm sick of apathy instead of harmony, G I'm sick of poets working part time jobs, While pissy people pick and choose the stars, F/C Am I know that i should be the last one to speak G about this but even sellouts have they're dreams, C G C C/B Set the music free, Am Dm G (Ba da da da da da, da da da da da C C/B Am G Ba da da da da, a da da da da 2X) whoa aho oh F/C Am what the hell was i trying to prove? G ran away so young now on the move, like a vandal i wear my mask, So all you punks back home you can kiss my ass, F/C Am cause' a gotta feeling deep down inside my soul, G that's taken three whole years to gain control, And i ain't never, no never, no, never, no never, no never, C G C C/B coming home, Am Dm G (Ba da da da da da, da da da da da C C/B Am G C Ba da da da da, a da da da da 2X) whoa aho oh