F                    B A      G        C           F
There will come a day    when I can no longer wear band shirts,
                     B       A G C
and the implications floor me.

   F                                    B        A       G     C
My income is fairly modest, and with my prospects and my goals,
     F                                B A G C
it's not gonna get a whole lot bigger.



[Bridge/Chorus]
   Dm                     B
Considering the rent, the cost of food, and the broadband internet,
     F                                    B
it's not in the budget to buy a whole new wardrobe.

    Dm                  B
And its a catch-22. You can't just walk into a job interview in a
F                              B
Propagandhi t-shirt and ripped jeans.

G#m             B                      F                           B
Today's empires tomorrow's ashes isn't exactly confidence-inspiring.



[Interlude]
F F B A G C x2



[Verse 2]
F                                   B     A      G         C     F
There will come a day when there is not a single hair left on my head,
        F                    B      A C G
it will first split down the middle.

         F                       B A            G       C        F
So after each hair-cut that I get,  I sweep the locks into a pile to keep in case I get old.



[Bridge/Chorus]
    Dm                       B
But that would be crazy, I'd like to think I've been saner lately
    F                                B
but I'm just scared to know what I don't know.

            Dm                    B                               F            B
And when my body stops working, I hope I'm not observing from the pilot seat.

Gm               B                     F
Bald and fat and frowning bound to fall



[Interlude
F F B A G C x2



[Otro]
    F                    B A     G        C         F
And there will come a day   when I can no longer be vague.
                          B    A G C F
On that day I will be specific.