Fuck You World

Rare Americans

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Key:
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 Church on Sunday, world, two older
Am 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 I'm not gonna let you get me! (get
G 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 Notice a guy in front of me, he's
F C kind of up tight
Am G F We land, he cuts me off in the
C aisle
Am G "What the fuck is your problem,
C man, would it kill you to smile?"
Am G I'm thinking 'what an asshole',
F than he says to the steward
C Am G "Hi, I need to find my connection,
F it is tight and I
Am G F Need to make it back home, my
G dad has suddenly died"
Am G Kick myself and tell my son, this is
F 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 I'm not gonna let you get me! (get
G 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 To a man with a hammer,
G 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 We got followers, hungry quotes,
F C knifes and ants cuttin' throats
Am G F Trollin' around looking for faults
Am G F Searching for the wounded, we
C are bags of salt
Am G F Everybody's got a megaphone, man
Am G F Everybody's got a bunker, her
C 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 I'm not gonna let you get me! (get
G 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 I'm not gonna let you get me! (get
G 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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Composition: Rare Americans

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