Kunci: E minor•
Intro 1
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Em
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Em
Verse 1
Zoom in to the fuming of an
aggravated breed
Via the study of post-
adolesent agitated seeds
Half the patients wasted self
Baug
pride at Commencement
Em
So I focus on the urban Oxygen samples,
the hot that made it breathe
They sold Pompeii impression,
waste infections
And twelve steps to lesson
Bm
Cretins swiftly tippy toe on hard to swallow,
barter concepts
Am
D
Em
D
The give- it get- it, never let it self pass the word,
Bm
Martyrs talks money causes in
Em
a harvesting Spartacus
And someone,
I've thrown long Hail Mary bombs
Toward cookie- cutter Mother Natures
Bm
bedazzled synthetic fabrics
D
Life treats the peasants like
C
D
They tried to fuck his woman
Well they're merely chasing
perfectionist emblems
When the clock strikes nine
I'll be waking with the best of
routine caffiene team players
Em
D
Dm
D
Em
Under a dusted angel
D
heartstring Big Brother is watching
Am
Em
My odometer like buzzard to fallen elk,
talking stealth
We got babies, rubber stamps,
and briefcase parts
We on some door- to- door now
Order ten dollars or more,
B
Bm
Em
we'll shove it down your throat for free
D
Dm
Em
I'll sacrifice my inborn
Em
For copper pennies for one
commanding "Gimme that"
So we can retain baby fat
Make the biter snake bedlam
Holocaust freak,
Bm
heckle shiesty brain headroom shaped planet
Em
D
Make a move, pause,
Dm
D
Dm
make a move break cannon
D
Em
Bent barrel one eight zero,
Bm
you'll turn, squeeze, ending
It's bleeding well
Em
It's bigger than a breadbox
It can roast my leaky finance
I'll take my seat atop
the Brooklyn Bridge
Am
Em
With a Coke and a bag of chips
To watch a thousand lemmings
plummet just because
The first one slipped
Sometimes I laugh at victory,
Am
Em
kissing these little question marks
I tend to underestimate my average
Just another bastard savage
Am
Someday you'll all eat out
Am
Em
'cause every dog has its day
At which point, I'll pull it away
Verse 2
Em
Now we the American working population
Hate the fact that eight hours a day
Bm
Is wasted on chasing the dream
Dm
And we may not hate our jobs
D
Em
But we hate jobs in general
That don't have to do
with fighting our own causes
We the American working population
Hate the nine- to- five day- in day- out
Bm
When we'd rather be supporting ourselves
D
By being paid to perfect the pasttimes
That we have harbored
Em
based solely on the fact
That it makes us smile if it
sounds dope
Verse 3
the year of the silkworm
Everything I built burned yesterday
Bm
Let's display the purpose
Em
Dm
that these stilts serve
D
Elevate the spreading of the silk germ
Em
Trying to weave a web but all
B
Em
that I believe in is dead
Nah brother, it's the year of the jackal
Saddle up on high horse
Bm
My torch forced Polaris
Dm
D
Shackle up the hassle by the dooming
I bought some new sneakers
B
Em
I just hope my legacy matches
It's the year of the landshark
Dry as sand, parched,
Bm
damn get these men some water
Em
Dm
They're out there being slaughtered
D
In meaningless wars so you
Bm
And can sit and soak the idiotbox trying
B
Em
to fuck their daughters
Man it's the year of the Orphan
Seated adjacent to the firefly circling
Bm
the torches on your porches
D
Dm
D
Trying to guard the fortress of a king
Em
they've never seen or met
But all are trained to murder at the
B
Em
first sign of a threat
Maybe it's the year of the
waterbug
Cockroach utter thug specimen
Bm
D
Dm
dreaming of your next of kin
D
I'm still dealing with this mess I'm in
Em
I've been the object of your ridicule
Bm
Em
You've been a bitch lieutenant
God it's the year of the
underpaid employee
Spitting forty plus a week
B
Bm
D
And trying to rape earth on my off time
I can't keep myself busy enough
Em
So you can run run run
Bm
And I'ma let you think you won
Verse 4
Em
We the American working population
Hate the fact that eight hours a day
Is wasted on chasing the dream
of someone that isn't us
And we may not hate our jobs
But we hate jobs in general
That don't have to do
Em
with fighting our own causes
We the American working population
Em
Hate the nine to five day- in day- out
But we'd rather be supporting ourselves
Em
By be ing paid to perfect
the pasttimes
That we have harbored
based solely on the fact
That it makes us smile if it sound
Verse 5
Em
[Aesop Rock]
Fumble outta bed and
Am
stumble to the kitchen
Em
Pour myself a cup of ambition and
my life is a mess and
Em
If I never make it home today,
God bless
Fumble outta bed and
Am
stumble to the kitchen
Em
Pour myself a cup of ambition and
my life is a mess and
Em
If I never make it home today, God bless
Outro 1
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