Am/C
Who the hell have I been kidding
Am
I sold my soul to the corporation
C
They know me better than I know myself
G7
I better shut it up
I better shut it up

Am/C
You gotta problem with the way I think
Am
I gotta problem with the way you think
             C
That you can program me
Like a damned machine
        G7
I wanna take a stand
And say fuck this scene

Am/C
I'm sick of imagery
Instead of artistry
Am
I'm sick of apathy
Instead of harmony
C
I'm sick of poets workin' part time jobs
G7
While pissy people pick and choose the stars

Am/C
I know that I should be
The last one to speak
Am
About this but even sellouts have their dreams
G7
Set the music free

C G7 C Em

Am F G7 C Em (x2) Am G7

Am/C
Oh what the hell was I tryin' to prove
Am
I ran away so young
Now on the move
G7
Like a vandal I wear my mask
And all you punks back home
Yah you can kiss my ass
               Am/C
Cause' I gotta feelin' deep down inside my soul
Am
That's taken three whole years to gain control
G7
And I ain't never 
no never 
no never 
NO NEVER 
no never 
no never
Coming home

C G7 C Em

Am F G7 C Em (x2) Am G7 C