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