Dashboard Confessional - Matters of blood and connection

Why do you sp^F#eak with that accent ^G#mnow? Everyone kn^Eows you're not from the st^Breets. You went to p^F#rep school in Cambridge, ^G#m With daughters and s^Eons of the privileged el^Bite. Their fortunes from shipping and industr^G#my, Their futures in ya^Echt clubs and tails.^B So why do you sp^F#eak with that accent n^G#mow? Everyone kn^Eows you're moonlighting he^G#mre.

To avail yourself of your he^Eritage, For a season or two in the s^Bun. Draw well from the funds in the t^F#rust, Thanks to the fathers of fortunate s^G#mons, For us it's a matter of ch^Earging the gates For you it's a matter of b^Blood and conn^F#ections Of bl^Bood and conn^F#ections. ^B

So who do you f^F#ool with that costume no^G#mw? Everyone kn^Eows you're not who you s^Beem You've got a ha^F#rd way about you ^G#m For someone whose p^Eassage is already p^G#maid

By the sins and the schemes of your fa^Ether And the infinite reach of his a^Brm Draw well from the funds in the t^F#rust, Thanks to the fathers of fortunate s^G#mons, For us it's a matter of cha^Erging the gates For you it's a matter of bl^Bood Drink well from your bottomless c^F#up And bask in your good fo^G#mrtune For us it's a matter of ch^Earging the gates For you it's a matter of b^F#lood and conne^G#mctions

So where will you be when you tire of the f^Bun The escape, the charade, and your time in the s^Eun I know everyone does their own reinve^Bntion But yours has a ta^F#ste that's hard to sw^G#mallow And what will you tell of your tenure with ^Bus? Will you build yourself up, like the size of your h^Eunt? If they're anything like what you've been telling ^Bus, Those stories will m^F#ake true believers Of the chumps and the foo^Bls.

So why do you sp^F#eak with that accent ^G#mnow? Everyone kn^Eows you're not from the str^Beets.