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