Crust Punk Queen

            A
You are into the wild
                          E
Always a wild child
The pulse of their lives is too calm
  Bm
 and mild
A
No structured living

No plans to walk down the aisle
E
Parents wish for college
            Bm
Though you'd think they're in denial
Bm                                
They wouldn't vote you queen of 
                A                E
the homecoming

Though you didn't really want to be
Bm                      
Organized sports and much 
              A
counselling
E
Pushed you over, sent you packing
D
Crust punk queen
Left mom and dad when you were 17
              A

       F#m E A       D
And tore up those jet black jeans
Hopped on a train into a troubled 
  A
scene
F#m  E       Bm                 C#m
With all the trust fund drug fiends
D
Who don't care about the
Don't seem to care about the 
                             A C#m
American dream
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D                                 
Who don't care about the American 
                 A
dream
A
From my own prison I hear my stomach
 grumble
E                              
My father's footsteps are so far 
         Bm
apart that I could stumble
A                                 
I see who walks upon the cracks of
 the concrete jungle
       E

                                Bm
I wish I could just fall apart so 
you would help me crumble
They wouldn't vote you queen of the 
                  A
homecoming
E
Though you didn't really want to be
Bm                      
Organized sports and much 
              A
counselling
E
Pushed you over, sent you packing
D
Crust punk queen
Left mom and dad when you were 17
              A

       F#m E A       D
And tore up those jet black jeans
Hopped on a train into a troubled 
  A
scene
F#m E       Bm                 C#m
With all the trust fund drug fiends
D
Who don't care about the
Don't seem to care about the 
                             A C#m
American dream
D
Who don't care about the
Don't seem to care about the 
                             A C#m
American dream
D                                 
Who don't care about the American 
                 Am A
dream
Bm                                
Mom and dad this little hell which
 hangs over my head
C#m

                                 D 
And I know it's gonna show up once 
                        Bm
again
Mom and dad I need a little more 
money to get by
C#m

And I promise that this shit is 
  D                      E
gonna end
And when the fog clears look in my 
 F#m                         A
eyes I'll be
                              D
Coming home once again
Bm
Crust punk queen
Left mom and dad when you were 17
              A

       F#m E A       D
And tore up those jet black jeans
Hopped on a train into a troubled 
  A
scene
F#m E        Bm                  C#m
With all the trust fund drug fiends
D
Who don't care about the
Don't seem to care about the 
                             A C#m
American dream
D
Who don't care about the
Don't seem to care about the 
                             A C#m
American dream
D                                 
Who really cares about the 
                      A
American dream