Pat The Bunny - From here to utopia

^AmWell I'm afraid that the circles I've been d^Erinking myself in aren't big enough for the vowels that ^AmI try to fit ^Ginside of ^Ethem ^AmWhen I was young I drank too much, and I'd be l^Eying if I said I didn't feel so goddamn young tonight ^Ammaybe too yo^Gung to ask what's on my mi^End. ^FLike if freedom means do^Aming what I want well, ^Edon't I gotta want so^Ammething? ^FWon't you tell me that we want ^Amsomething more than just more beer,^E and my friends if that ain't true

^AmWell I've been listening to Minor ^EThreat records all day, and shit if I do not know every word. ^AmI sing ^Galong as I tie ^Eoff ^Amand Ian screams he's “out of step” as I ^Ethrow the cotton into the spoon draw up into the syringe ^AmI'll know just what he ^Gmeans until I hit a ^Evein ^FAnd after that I w^Amon't have to bother with k^Enowing who I am, for a ^Amwhile at least ^FIn a moment the whole w^Amorld is gonna melt around ^Eme and I'll swear I don't miss it

^C'Cause I'm af^Eraid to look the w^Amorld in the e^Fye ^CIf nothing's ^Egonna change, well t^Amhen, I'd rather d^Fie. ^CAnd I'm too unemployed to ^Eorganize a union, I'm ^Amtoo intoxicated ^Fto tear down a building. ^CI'm too hopeless to ^Elook for a solution, I'm ^Amafraid that if I found one I'd ^Fbe out of excuses for the w^Cay I waste away in the ^Egutters that I chose like ^Amfashion accessories to go ^Fwith my dirty clothes I ^Chaven't bathed in months but you k^Enow it's not because I've been ^Amfighting bourgeois morals, I'm just l^Fazy and I'm young ^Am

^AmI've seen the best minds of my gener^Eation dying drunk or high from the rooftops to the parking lots ^Amstomped to death in W^Gest Philadelphian s^Equats ^AmThey got me waiting on a day when we can say^E “fuck the police ” with a little bit of integrity ^Amwhen it will mean “I've g^Got your back if you've got mi^Ene.” ^FGive me a scene where I^Am believe in more than ^Ebad hair cuts gu^Amilt and misery ^FDon't know where I fit between the veg^Amans and the nihilists, ^Ethat might be the first thing I've said

^C'Cause there's gotta be s^Eomething more than lying i^Amn the front yard^F naked screaming at the constellations, ^CI want something more than an a^Epology to say when I l^Amook the world in the e^Fye. I'll tell you man, m^Cy friend William came to me with a^E message of hope: it wen^Amt “fuck you and everything t^Fhat you think you know. If ^Cyou don't step outside the ^Ethings that you believe they're gonna kill you.” ^{Am F} He said “n^Co one's gonna stop you from ^Edying young and miserable and ri^Amght. If you want something bett^Fer, you gotta put that shit aside.” ^CI thought about how for ^Ethousands of years there ^Amhave been people wh^Fo told us that things can't go on like this ^Cfrom Jesus Christ to the^E diggers, from Malthus to ^AmZerzan, from Karl Marx to^F Huey Newton, but the shit goes ^Con and on, and^E on and on, an^Amd on and on, a^Fnd on and on,

^GI'm not saying that we ca^Fn't change the world. Nah, eve^Crybody doe^Gs at least a lit^Amtle bit of that^F. But^Am I won't shit ^Emyself. The ^Fway I'm living is a temp^Cer tantrum, and I^A need something else, ^Eneed something else, ^Fneed something^G else to stay alive, woah oh oh

^FAnd on the night when I p^Amlay my last show I hope ^EI'm screaming so loud that my he^Amart explodes ^FAnd I'll be singing, ^AmI'll be singing "we are ^Efree." ^{Am F}Oh but ^Amwon't you promise me that we w^Eon't ever f^Amorget what the means. ^FI know it's hard to g^Amive a shit sometimes, ^Ebut promise me we'll always try. ^F'Cause I don't wanna hate y^Amou, and I don't w^Eanna hate me, ^Fand I don't w^Amanna have to hate e^Everything anymore!