Kimya Dawson - Same shitcomplicated

^AmYou were looking down at them, they were looking down at you. You were^G starched and press, they were all dish^Ameveled.

They said &quo^Gt;I know we're not fancy, but we're on the ^Amsame level. We've got plans, big plans we're gonna change the ^Gworld. All you care about is dollars, that doesn't make s^Amense. All you do is hit snooze, watch the news, buy s^Ghoes, drink booze, make Money, feel spent.

^AmDay after day after day, it's the same shit. ^GDay after day after day, it's the same shit. ^AmDay after day after day, it's the same shit. ^GDay after day after day after day after day^Am."

^G"Hey little hippie, let your freak ^Amflag fly. Why don't you go smoke a bowl in your best tie dye, Get a ^Gtattoo of a dancing bear holding a ^Ampeace sign.

Aren't^G you and all your little friends exactly the same? You ^Amsit around at potlucks pointing fingers, placing blame, Drinking^G kombucha, and eating tempeh.

^AmDay after day after day, it's the same shit. ^GDay after day after day, it's the same shit. ^AmDay after day after day, it's the same shit. ^GDay after day after day after day after day^Am."

And you t^Ghink that makes them assholes, maybe you're an asshole t^Amoo. Do we argue with each other 'til we both turn blue, Or find s^Gimilarities in what we like and what we d^Amo?

^GDoesn't mean that they are a clone or a sheep. Maybe ^Amthey like their job and they're living their dream, And they ^Glove their friends and their family.^Am

And ^Gfeel like they're choking if their neck's not tied. And ^Amsome people feel as if they're gonna die If their s^Geams aren't straight and their shoes aren't ti^Amed.

Some^G people grow organic heirloom cucumbers, And^Am only feel free with their hands in the dirt In a^G pair of old jeans and their favorite t-shirt Some^Am people feel enslaved when they have a boss, Some^G people without one feel totally lost. To ^Ammake this world work it takes all different kinds. We^G have all different tastes, different strengths, different minds, ^AmSo it doesn't make sense to generalize And i^Gt doesn't make sense to judge with our eyes. We^Am need more compassion, we need to be kind If^G you open your heart you might like what you find. 'C^Amause there are some mean bus drivers, but there's some nice bus drivers An^Gd there are some nice cops in Madison, Wisconsin. A^Amnd there's some nice teachers, and there's some mean teachers, J^Gust because you have a mean teacher doesn't mean all teachers suck. A^Amnd no one is nice all the time, no one is mean all the time T^Ghink about what someone's going through that's making them be mean to you M^Amaybe their pet gerbil died and they are really sad inside, O^Gr maybe they got in a fight with someone that they really like, Ma^Amybe they are really shy and don't know to socialize Th^Gey just want to run and hide, not saying that it's justified B^Amut if we learn to empathize the resentments will vaporize S^Gituations metamorphize before out very eyes. T^Amhen the need to stereotype will become outdated when we re^Galize everyone

We are ^Amall so complicated, we are all so complicated ^GI am also complicated, I am also complicated

I^Am'm a black mama lactivist, a home-owning punk. It's been ^Gover a decade since the last time I got drunk. I dr^Amive a minivan, I've got junk in the trunk. I think ^GDanny Devito is a total hunk. I like ^Amrevisiting the shit my therapist helps me remember. Being f^Griends with someone for a long time, still not knowing their gender. I fig^Amht for equal rights and I fight for inner peace. I p^Gray to the dead for the gratitude I need. I've got c^Amhickens in my backyard and a little garden plot, I r^Geally hate commercials but I got a slap-chop. I'm a^Am sucker for a remix, let me tell you what, By^G the time that I am finished, you're gonna love these nuts. I'm a ^Amlittle bit pop culture, a lot bit D.I.Y., I ^Gdon't know the definition of T.M.I. I wr^Amite poems about my period, post pictures of my log, If^G you don't like body functions then you shouldn't read my blog. M^Amy husband's a musician from the mountains in France, He w^Grote me a song, we did interpretive dance, Th^Amen he knocked me up, now we have the coolest kid, Ye^Gah, hooking up with him's the smartest thing I ever did. Now^Am I feel like I can fly when I'm on roller skates, I f^Geel a little high when I eat dried dates, I f^Ameel like i'm unloading when i'm loading up the car I fe^Gel like i'm exploding when I play my guitar I d^Amon't understand what numbers have to do with success Or ^Gwhat sales have to do with happiness, Unle^Amss they're the kind of sails that will carry me to sea, Wh^Gere my grandma and grandpa are waiting for me. I^Am never thought I'd make it to 25, now I'^Gm 37 and I'm glad that I'm alive. If I ^Amever need a tour bus I'm still gonna drive, Cause I like l^Gooking out the windshield as the world goes b^Amy,

^GLooking out the windshield as the world goes by. ^AmNow I'm 37 and I'm glad that I'm alive And I like ^Glooking out the windshield as the world goes ^Amby.