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
