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