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