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