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