Verse
G
Breathe kids the
mold is getting old
Em
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
Em
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:
Em
They’re asking for my
C
my head on a plate
Em
They’re asking for my
C
my head on a plate
G B
I'm really really not
Em D C
That conceited I swear I'm not
Am D
I'm just trying to bring
G B
Music back to music
Em D C
I define up and coming
Am D G Bm Em D C Cm(hold)
They already came up and went
Verse 2:
G
I'm lose lipped now
shaking back and forth
Em
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 Em
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 Em
They’re asking for my
C
my head on a plate
Em
They’re asking for my
C F(hold)
my head on a plate
G B
I'm really really not
Em D C
That conceited I swear I'm not
Am D
I'm just trying to bring
G B
Music back to music
Em D C
I define up and coming
Am D G Bm Em D C Cm(hold)-G(hold)
They already came up and went