Tom: G
Am C G Am
[Verse 1]
Am C
If I'm part of a new generation
G Am
When should I feel like I'm holding the future?
Am C
When do the roads expose the horizon?
G Am
Instead of circles and endless U-turns?
Am C
Everybody I know here are worthless
G Am
Shaped from success and expected to fail
Am C G
Without a clue where the roads will take us
Am
No idea how the roads were made
Am C
But it takes a thief to know one
G Am
All I know is everybody gets robbed
Am C
If it's not of the things in your pocket
G Am
It's of the time that you're chasing a job
Am C
But when you got it all to begin with
G Am
Then how do you know when to fight?
Am C
And if you never get any older
G Am
Then how do you know you're alive?
[Chorus]
Am C
Hoooo hoooo
G Am
Hoooo hoooo
Am C
Hoooo hoooo
G Am
Hoooo hoooo
[Verse 2]
Am C
So we parade for the land we were promised
G Am
From before we were even born
Am C
For the movies and models in mirrors
G
And forget where we started to run
Am C
They tell me the sky is a limit
G Am
But the sky is a clingy fog
Am C
They tell me to follow the rabbit
G
But the rabbit went ahead and got shot
[Chorus]
Am C
Hoooo hoooo
G Am
Hoooo hoooo
Am C
Hoooo hoooo
G Am
Hoooo hoooo
[Verse 3]
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Am C
Shot by our parents and uncles
G Am
Stuffed up the ass of a pig
Am C
Served with a pad on the shoulder
Am
And a lively, shiny grin
E|----| one strum per chord ----
Am C
They keep keeping up appearances
G
Like nobody told them they're old
Am C
Like pristine figurines
G Am
So sanctimonious you want them to choke
[Verse 4]
Am C
I know that it's not their intention
G Am
It's just the ways of these modern times
Am C
They think that the road they paved us
G Am
Is the same that we'll walk in line
Am
So if I'm not supposed to trespass
C G
Then how am I to find my own way?
Am C
On a map that is covered in crossroads
G Am
And not an inch of elbow space
Am C
So I have no clue where the roads will take me
G Am
No idea how the roads were made
Am
And I'm not supposed to trespass
C G
So how am I to find my way again?
Am C
They tell me the sky is the limit
G Am
But the sky is a clingy fog
Am C
When if you got it all to begin with
G
Then how do you know you're enough?
