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One of my own songs again. Here's how to play it:

A E D E
A E D D D D E E

A                   E
  I'm gonna need a job for the summer
D               E
  maybe at the bank
A                           E 
  I'm gonna need a fucking gun for the summer
D                      E
  at the same fucking bank
         D               E
But why bother when the sun is shining?
   A                 F#m                          D
I get along fine on shoplifted beer and borrowed weed
               E                         A       A
and there's a parkbench to sleep on when I succeed

A                 E                     D
  You talk about working class solidarity
                     E
and you talk like a book
A                     E
  I don't wanna hold hands with fucking
 D                            D
bank employees, racists and krooks (sorry krooks)
     D                       E
and sometimes I think that the whole movement
A             F#m
is just being me
        D                E              A              F#m
and the only class war that I fight is me being out of money
    D                E
well my ideology is simply hate
        A               F#m
and the only thing that represents me
      D              E         A    A
is a molotov in the rich mans face!!