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