C G Am Behind the smoke and lies and misdirectionF C G Lives a filthy joke not fit for virgin earsG Em Am Open hearts are prone to vivisectionDm Am G And broken faith is epidemic here [Verse]C G Am So lock and load your guns, it's murder seasonF C G And once again the tyrants have their wayG Em Am Dirty, and impervious to reasonDm Am G Each trigger finger grows itchier every dayE And along the way [Chorus]Dm It's strip mall hellDm And burger standsAm From jail to private jailF Worship those who prosperContinúa después del anuncioAm Heaven help you if you failDm Sobriety brings no relief andAm Drinking does no goodEm B Dm Am C G Em I think I've just been thinking just a little more than I should [Solo]Am Em F#m BEm Dm Em Dm C# B [Bridge]Am* Em* I'll take the mandatory ProzacF#m* B* Em* Both something I have, something I lackDm Am Em Am The latest fabricated diseaseAm Em Still the pills preserve my mental welfareAm F#m B So I'll still be insane but won't careEm F G Narco-zombie, smiling whileC Em Divided still we standAm And we'll demandAm The right to chooseF C G Designer slavery chains and cheap TVG Em Am While every decent thing is torn up screaming by the rootsDm C G E To feed the beast, and all that they believe [Chorus]Dm It's strip mall hellDm And burger standsAm From jail to private jailF Worship those who prosperAm Heaven help you if you failDm Sobriety brings no relief andAm Drinking does no goodEm B Dm Am C G Em I think I've just been thinking just a little more than I shouldEm B Dm Am C G Em I know I've just been thinking just a little more than I should
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