Police State

 A                     G
Shut down in Austin, raided back in 
Cleveland
 D
A gun up in our faces and they never
 gave a reason
       A                     
The writings on the wall, the 
    G
politics are fake
       D
It's clear to me we're livin in a 
POLICE STATE

[Verse]
  A                  G
Seven beers deep and we haven't left
 the Heights
 D
The whole citys gone corrupt, there 
ain't enough to make it right
 A                               
Wish the music would be more like 
       G
the boats on the shore
      D
More rust, less metal, put the pedal
 to the floor
 F#m                           
Let them crops grow deep in the 
    E
pothole streets
         F#m
In the Rock N' Roll city only stops 
on the beat
         F#m                       
Got me paranoid, stressed, why 
       E                           
don't you put me to the test under 
     F#m
a streetlight

[Chorus]
  A                    G
Drunk down in Cinci, burned out in 
Compton
 D
God Bless America and FUCK DENNIS 
RODMAN
       A                         
The working mans imprisoned while 
      G
celebrities escape
       D
Oh my God its so much bigger than a 
POLICE STATE!

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[Verse]
  A                    G
Debbie had a job, now all she does 
is crack
       D
She collect a welfare check and yet 
she drives a CADILAC
        A                     
Just perpetuating more of that 
     G
“choosing to afford”
         D
Whether rich or whether poor, 
sometimes its what you settle for
         F#m                       
But its gotta come cheap when 
    E
theres just enough to eat
         F#m
And the wheels of the Caddy knock 
holes in the street
           F#m                   
When your making ends meet by the 
  E                       F#m
skin of your teeth its a hard 
life...
(Young James)
  F#m
So where'd the cash go? I think we 
all know
  F#m
Straight into technology tracking 
you on your cell phone
  F#m
They'll break you down but you'll 
give them the tools
  F#m
Now they're taxing your pay checks 
and taking music out of public 
schools!
  F#m
You better keep your shoes tied 
tight on the east side
  F#m
Smoke a blunt, take a walk, end up 
on a police ride
  F#m
Now it might just seem like a 
regular day
  F#m
You got your hustle on but you don't
 get paid
  F#m
At least not enough so you better 
make a change
  F#m
End up getting busted with your face
 on the front page
  F#m
Now the money in your bed or in your
 safe
  F#m
Might as well not even been there in
 the first place

[Chorus]
  A                     G
Bombed out in B-More, broke down in 
Youngstown
D
If you ain't been listenin', let me 
give you the run down
      A                        
The prisons are for profit, its 
   G
society's mistake
      D
How macab, we been living in a 
POLICE STATE!

[Verse]
  A                                
Another privileged youth who 
 G
somehow thought he could hang
          D
He got covered in tattoos and goes 
and joins a biker gang
 A                             G
When refusing to conform has become 
part of the norm
  D
Better come original and then you 
might weather the storm
        F#m                     
But the talk comes cheap when he 
   E
caught some beef
     F#m
And I bet that silver spoon ain't 
teach the rules of the street
    F#m                          E
Hope ya got your piece when the 
                         F#m
shit gets deep think your smart 
right?