Fuck You World

Rare Americans

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Tono:
C 332010
G 320022 Am x02210
F 133211 [Verse 1]
C I was an everyday ordinary golden little girl
G And our parents sleep in separate beds
Am Church on Sunday, world, two older sisters, natural smile, and a curious eye
F Got started early I got knocked up in junior high
C Wasn't ready, my dad would have disowned me
G Wasn't steady, boy you ran you could have phoned me
Am Had to hide, I didn't think I had a choice
F Totally bombarded by every inner voice
C I was hesitant, reticent, cherry flavoured medicine
G Hated on, degraded on, judged, spit, and shaded on
Am Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
F F F F F Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah!
C G Everyone is looking to everyone else
Am F And nobody's doin' anything [Chorus]
C G Am F Fuck you world!
C G C G G I'm not gonna let you get me! (get me!)
C G Am F I'm not gonna let you get me!
C G C G C I'm not gonna let you get me!
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[Verse 2]
Am G F C I sit down, relax, and take flight
Am G F C Notice a guy in front of me, he's kind of up tight
Am G F C We land, he cuts me off in the aisle
Am G C "What the fuck is your problem, man, would it kill you to smile?"
Am G F I'm thinking 'what an asshole', than he says to the steward
C Am G F "Hi, I need to find my connection, it is tight and I
Am G F G Need to make it back home, my dad has suddenly died"
Am G F Kick myself and tell my son, this is exactly why
C G Everyone is looking to everyone else
Am F And nobody's doin' anything
C G Everyone is looking to everyone else
Am F And nobody's doin' anything [Chorus]
C G Am F Fuck you world!
C G C G G I'm not gonna let you get me! (get me!)
C G Am F I'm not gonna let you get me!
C G C G C I'm not gonna let you get me! [Verse 3]
Am G F G To a man with a hammer, everything looks like a nail
Am G F We're so quick to judge, just step on a tail
Am G F C Arm chair Q-B's, bad case of "who, me?"s
Am G F Bed on our backs, allergic to facts
Am G F C We got followers, hungry quotes, knifes and ants cuttin' throats
Am G F Trollin' around looking for faults
Am G F C Searching for the wounded, we are bags of salt
Am G F Everybody's got a megaphone, man
Am G F C Everybody's got a bunker, her head is in our hands
Am G C We just got to dunk her [Pre-Chorus]
C G Am F Fuck you world
C G C I'm not gonna let you get me [Chorus]
C G Am F Fuck you world!
C G Am G G I'm not gonna let you get me! (get me!)
C G Am F I'm not gonna let you get me!
C G C G C I'm not gonna let you get me!
C G Am F Fuck you world!
C G Am G G I'm not gonna let you get me! (get me!)
C G Am F I'm not gonna let you get me!
C G C I'm not gonna let you get me!
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