it's like two compasses in A#7M and one compass in F7M (or 4 in A# and 2 in F, i don't 
understand very well the notion of time)

note: the A#7M* is similar to A#7M but the bass is 1 semitone up, on B
and F* is normal F on 8th fret

A#7M                                       F7M
This isn't your song, this isn't your music
A#7M                                                    F7M
How can there be wrong, when by committee they choose it all
They choose it all

A#7M
You're gonna grow old, you're gonna grow cold
                     A#7M*
Bearing signs on the avenues, for your own personal Waterloo

You're bearing signs on the avenue, for your own personal Waterloo, now

A#          F
We'll fight, we'll fight
A#                          F         C
We'll fight for your music halls and dying cities
A#              F
They'll fight, they'll fight
A#                         F             C
They'll fight for your neural walls and plasticities
A#  F
     And precious territory
C   F *
     And precious territory
A#  F
     And precious territory
C   F *

This isn't our song, this isn't even a musical
Think life is too long, to be a whale in a cubicle
Nails under your cuticle

You're gonna grow old, you're gonna to grow cold
Before the sun can deliver you
You're bearing signs on the avenue
You're bearing signs for your own personal Waterloo, now

We'll fight, we'll fight
We'll fight for your music halls and dying cities
They'll fight, they'll fight
They'll fight for your neural walls and plasticities
And precious territory
And precious territory
And precious territory


so guys, this is it
the song is quite hard to figure out cause it varies between A#7M and F7M and is 
followed by a melody that doesn't help firuging out the beats. But prick up your ears and 
you'll understand.