Bomb the Music Industry - Stuff that i like

^GThe city subway stations never gl^Cisten. The gates rise up like they belong in^Em prison. And my balance is low. I better p^Dick a good place, I got one ride to go. Your fucking ^Gcocaine party fucking freaks me out. When did Scott ^CWeiland show up? How long’s he stickin’ around? I guess this n^Emew fare hike means that I’ll ride my bike, play ^Dvideo games and do other stuff that I like.

And in the ^Cmorning cleaning up, we found these ^Gplastic bags with a l^Dittle bit of party left and s^Gtarted to laugh, “Man, I?^C??m glad I passed out from ^Gthe booze and the weed cause the^D house stayed up ‘til 6^G AM doing speed.” But now it??^C?s 1 AM and I??^G?m quite a few in and I can^D barely make out where the bathroom^G line begins and it’s been^C moving five inches ever^Gy fucking five minutes. I wanna ask th^De over privileged kids if

^Gthey would fucking^B mind? I ^Amgotta take a ^F#piss in the cocai^Bne room. ^AmWhat is this? Th^Cadd9e line f^Cmaj7or lines? It’s^Cadd9 a long line ^Cmaj7for lines. I’m get^Gting claustro^Bphobia

from the twent^Amy-something^F# set with bleary e^Byes. ^AmWhat is this? T^Cadd9he line for^Cmaj7 lines? L^Cadd9ong line for^Cmaj7 lines. ^GI don’^Bt wanna be part ^Amof this Frid^Cadd9ay nigh^Cmaj7t or Sat^Cadd9urday ^Cmaj7night. ^GI don’^Bt wanna be part ^Amof this line^Cadd9 for li^Cmaj7nes, lon^Cadd9g line^Cmaj7 for lines. ^GI don’^Bt wanna be part^Am of this^G night. When I’^Cm out these days ^GI do is complain about th^De booming bass and the shitty ^GDJ because if I wanted^C to go to a dance club, I’d own ^Ga bottle of Brut, a^D closet full of Christian Dior, and I’d b^Ge in a different room. ‘Cause we can^C dance to Otis Redding, P.^GO.S, and M.I.A and if you’r^De on Serato Scratch don’t call yo^Gurself a DJ. Beat dete^Ccting’s got no attitude, your^G tempo maps can’t feel and room, but le^Dmmings all have dancing shoes and

^GI’m just freakin^Bg out. You’re assa^Amulting me wit^F#h thrusts like I’m ^Ban asshole. You’re^Am sweating to the^Cadd9 sounds o^Cmaj7f Billbo^Cadd9ard’ ^Cmaj7s Hot 100 like a ^Gtotal yeah bro ^Bdick. Man, I tho^Amught that we all ^F#lived here ‘cause we??^B?re different I guess I ^Amwas wrong ^Cadd9this ti^Cmaj7me, and ^Cadd9time afte^Cmaj7r time ^GI don’^Bt wanna be part ^Amof thi^Cadd9s Frida^Cmaj7y night ^Cadd9or Saturda^Cmaj7y night. ^GI don’^Bt wanna be part ^Amof these^Cadd9 cokey^Cmaj7 times and ^Cadd9eight dol^Cmaj7lar wines. ^GI don’t^B wanna be ^Ampart of thi^Gs night.

^GThe city subway station never g^Clistens. The gates rise up like “Hey What’s up? You’re in ^Emprison, confined by alcoholism and lack of better^D decisions

But this sh^Gitty atmosphere keeps bumming me out. Don’t want m^Cy Club MTV. I hate Downtown Julie Brown. I guess these ^Emnew prices hikes will make me grab my light and climb the ^Dfire escape to the roof for a book that I like.