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