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