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