Bomb the Music Industry - The shit that you hate

^FmMy tele^Amphone's been a^Fmbuzz all ^Bbmorning ^Dmand I don't know ^Bbwho is ^Dmtrying to get ^Bbthrough. ^FmI did some ^Amshit that I ^Dmshould have done ^Bbsmarter, ^Dmbut they get ^Bbaway with ^Dmeveryt^Bbhing so I ^Dmthought I could ^Bbget away too.

^FmDown in the ^Amgulf there's a ^Fmblack sea-^Bbmonster ^Dmand my crime ain't ^Bbhuge, a ^Dmworld-tattered ^Bbcube that I ^Fmdidn't ^Amaffix with a ^Dmshiny new ^Bbsticker. ^DmGo swallow the ^Bbsummer and ^Dmchoke on the ^Bbfumes because ^Dmthey get away with everyt^Bbhing that they do.

^FSo hold onto your ^Ghome. It's shaky, I ^Amknow, but if you flee ^Bbmtrash will follow. the ^Bbwinds that you left in your ^Emwake and you'll fall down ^Fagain.

^FmOh, the office ^Amcalled. You're in ^Fmdeep deep ^Bbtrouble. ^DmThe shit you're ^Bbafraid of has ^Dmmade you ^Bbhateful ^Fmand you're letting ^Amon, tired ^Dmeyes, all ^Bbspiteful. ^DmAnd nobody ^Bbcares. ^DmWe all got ^Bbsorrows,

^Fso hold onto your ^Ghome and onto your ^Amhope. Sorrow don't ^Bbmanswer problems. ^FNobody ^Amcares. We're ^Dmall in ^Bbtrouble. The ^Dmshit that you ^Ghate don't ^Cmake you special. The ^Fshit that you ^Amhate don't ^Dmmake you ^Bbspecial. The ^Dmshit that you ^Ghate don't ^Cmake you special. (repeat)