Tom: C
C G Dm F
I'm not working on a list of who's naughty or nice
C G Dm F
The revolution, or the insurrection, or the collapse, or whatever you call it, isn't Santa Claus.
C G Dm F C
There's no gifts stackin' up for the righteous, and the wicked have enough coal.
G Dm F
Hell, it's making them rich! Where the fuck have you been?
C G Dm F C
And I don't come to speak in terms of effectiveness or efficiency,
G Dm F
Any goals worth having no one is sure how to achieve.
C G Dm F
There's not enough windows in the world to smash to change the world
C G Dm F
But maybe one would be just enough to take back a little dignity.
[Chorus]
C Dm F
I don't know, hell I don't know, how to do this right.
C G Am F
I'll turn thirty snapping strings like I've never held a guitar in my life.
C Dm F
I don't know, no I don't know, if it's wrong or right,
C G Am F
I could leave behind everyone I loved to just drive all night.
[Instrumental]
C Dm F x2
[Verse]
C G Dm F C
And I stayed awake all night listing every single mess we're in.
G Dm F
Sometimes I can't see a damn thing in this world but a razor wire,
C G Dm F
And if singing changed a thing they'd make it illegal.
C G Dm F
Sometimes I don't want to breathe anything but fire.
C G Dm F
Anyone can break a window, can you replace one?
C G Dm F
Motherfucker, I'm not all talk, just 95 percent.
C G Dm F
There's not enough spray paint in the world to list all our grievances.
C G Dm F
Maybe I can write just one on the walk to pay the rent.
[Chorus]
C Dm F
I don't know, no I don't know, how to do this right.
C G Am F
I'll turn thirty snapping the strings like I never held a guitar in my life.
C Dm F
I don't know, no I don't know, if it's wrong or right,
C G Am F
I could leave behind everything I know and just drive all night.
