Verse
A
Breathe kids the
mold is getting old
F#m
It'll be gone
E
any day The hipster
empire of tomorrow
D
Will fall to the
common kids of today
A
With tied wrists we're
under their control
F#m
With fists clinched we're
taking on the world
E
I write down words with
cathartic intentions
D
That spawn revolutions of minds
Chorus 1:
F#m
They’re asking for my
D
my head on a plate
F#m
They’re asking for my
D
my head on a plate
A C#
I'm really really not
F#m E D
That conceited I swear I'm not
Bm E
I'm just trying to bring
A C#
Music back to music
F#m E D
I define up and coming
Bm E A C#m F#m E D Cm(hold)
They already came up and went
Verse 2:
A
I'm lose lipped now
shaking back and forth
F#m
Problem fixed I'm
pouring out my soul
E
I find the right words
to express myself
D
Instead of fitting round
pegs and round holes
A F#m
What a lovely day for a symphony
E
Full of honesty and integrity
So take this for what it’s worth
D
Originality not’s a curse
(Repeat Chorus 1)
Guitar Solo: Em-G/B-Em-G/B-G-D-G-D- x4
whoa whoa whoa whoa...
Chorus 2:
E F#m
They’re asking for my
D
my head on a plate
F#m
They’re asking for my
D F(hold)
my head on a plate
A C#
I'm really really not
F#m E D
That conceited I swear I'm not
Bm E
I'm just trying to bring
A C#
Music back to music
F#m E D
I define up and coming
Bm E A C#m F#m E D Cm(hold)-G(hold)
They already came up and went