C                         G#                      G                       Eb                         F      
 There is no shelter when you alienate people by reading their palms or tarot cards without their permission.
C                         G#                 G                     Eb                 F      
 There is no shelter when my girlfriend's grandpa has alzheimer's, grandma drove off in the car.
C                       G#          G                  Eb                          F      
 There is no shelter when they say I mesmerize people. They dug a hole. There was never a reason!

[Chorus]
   C             G                  Am                 F
A pyramid or an apartment complex: what's the fucking difference?
C                    G   Am                     F
  Monuments to the dead,     no place for the living. 
      C                                                G                                          
Shout out if you're down and out, picking bricks up to fix up the pricks up in high rise digs.
Am                                              F                   
We ain't fooling. Nah, whatever we're doing, we ain't afraid of ruins or pigs.
C                   G                             Am     F
  There will be no shelter until we tear them to bits.
 
[Verse]
C                         G#               G                    Eb                F
 There is no shelter when I have to choose between the monsters and a cold winter night.
C                                    G#                     G              Eb               F
 There is no shelter when they can come to your house any time, what the fuck is a safer space?
C                             G#                  G                 Eb                 F              
 There is no shelter when the carpet smells like dog piss and beer. I've gotta rent a steam cleaner! 

[Chorus]
   C             G                  Am                 F
A pyramid or an apartment complex: what's the fucking difference?
C                    G   Am                     F
  Monuments to the dead,     no place for the living. 
      C                                                G                                          
Shout out if you're down and out, picking bricks up to fix up the pricks up in high rise digs.
Am                                              F                   
We ain't fooling. Nah, whatever we're doing, we ain't afraid of ruins or pigs.
C                   G                             Am     F
  There will be no shelter until we tear them to bits.