Tuning: E A D G B E

First Song [Intro] C E F C C E F G [Verse 1]

^CNo one needs to ^Etell me^F how to g-g-get d^Cown ^CBut won't somebody ^Eshow me^F how to get back ^Gup I ^Cthought about k^Eilling my la^Fndlord but ^Ghe was pretty nice ^C Instead I paid my ^Erent on time^F as often as I ^Gcould I've been ^Fmaking strange friends in the d^Gesert Yeah they love J^Eesus and America ^Ftoo. It ain't as ^Gbad as it sounds, some^Gday I'll explain it to you

[Instrumental] C E F C C E F G [Verse 2]

^CIt's not that I mind s^Eleeping^F alone in the gra^Css ^CIt's just that I've been d^Ereaming since well ^F maybe I ain't woke up ^Gyet ^C But nothing's ^Ebeen quite the s^Fame since you s^Ghot yourself ^CI don't know if you b^Eelieve in ghosts I'^Fd hope you'd haunt me if you were ^Gone I've been t^Frying not to steal from every^Gbody I know But s^Eo far that's impossib^Fle But here in the desert some^Ghow I hope that someday it won^C't ^EBe that way for ^Fme ^C No it won't ^Cbe^E that way for ^Fme anym^Gore

[Outro] C E F C C E F G More About Alcoholism [Intro] D D G C (x6) A A A G [Verse 1]

^DThis car is a war machine ^Emthat runs on nicotine and gasoline. ^GDon’t you fucking know this is the ^Awrong side of the road? ^DWho needs ^Abrakes when it’s all down ^Bmhill from ^Ghere? ^F#And if we ain’t died yet, the^Gn just^A maybe we never will.

[Chorus]

^DBut I don’t wanna ^Fburn out, so won’t^G you please set ^Bbme on ^Cfire again? ^DI woke up ^Fafraid of losing ^Geverything; thank g^Bbod that I ^Calready have. ^DSo if you ^Flove me then listen^G: mind your ^Bbown fucking ^Cbusiness! ^DIf you love me ^Fenough to stay, then ^Gplease love me^Bb en^Cough to stay away.

[Pre-Verse] D D G C (x6) A A A G [Verse 2]

^DI swear on my last ^Emcigarette that I’d love you my d^Garling. I’d love you if I ^Acould. ^DBut since the day I was born, ^Emit’s been too late for me to b^Ge Anything but what I ^Aam tonight. ^DAnd what I am is d^Arunk, and what I am is ^Bmmean, in your passenger ^Gseat. ^F#Seat belts are for people who have time to^G die; Hell, I ^Adon’t even have time to sleep.

[Chorus]

^DBecause I don’t wanna ^Fmiss a moment^G of loathing ^Bbeverythi^Cng that I see. ^DI stay up n^Fights afraid of ^Geverything, till all that’s l^Bbeft is the s^Chadows and me. ^DAsk me from ^Fsunrise to sunset^G: no, I ^Bbain’t left the h^Couse yet. ^DI fina^Flly love you eno^Gugh to stay,^Bb en^Cough to stay away.

[Pre-Verse 2] D D F Bb (x3) D D F [Verse 3]

^DAw, ^F#shit, I^G wish I had a job to^A quit. ^DI wish I h^F#ad a boss that^G I could tell to ^Afuck off. ^DGive me the ^F#satisfaction^G of a dramatic^A exit, and not just ^DA long car ^F#ride and a short^G goodbye in a^A parking lot.

[Outro] D D G C We Are All Compost in Training [Intro] G D Em C (x2) [Verse 1]

I w^Gant freedom, not a bo^Dss that comes in a forty ounce b^Emottle of anything or ^Ctaped scotch paper. I eat ^Gmeat and drive trucks and shoot ^Dguns and don’t trust in the ^Emfederal government ^Cto solve our problems. you ^Gmight think I'm joking, but I'm ^Dnot a Republican. call ^Emme when your president pulls ^Cout of Afghanistan, because ^Gthat’s the day I'll get ^Da cell phone number, and ^Emyou can call and leave a ^Cmessage on voice mail that ^Gday.

[Pre-Verse] G D Em C (x2) [Verse 2]

I ^Gfell asleep smoking so I'd ^Dwake up on fire, because ^Emthat might get me out of ^Cbed for a while and ^Gback into battle with the ^Dthings that I breathe, and the ^Emholes in my arms, and the ^Cway that I think. and if ^Gfreedom is doing what ^DI want, well that means I ^Emgotta know what that is, not ^Cjust what it isn’t. so I'll ^Gdig up the dirt and I'll ^Dthrow down some seeds, because the ^Emworld needs more spinach, not ^Cmore motherfuckers like ^Gme. ^D motherfuckers like ^Emme! ^C

[Outro] G D Em C (x14) G From Here to Utopia (Song for the Desperate) [Intro] Am E Am G E Am E Am G E [Verse 1]

^Amwell, I’m afraid that the circles I’ve been ^Edrinking myself 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;^Am maybe too ^Gyoung to ask what’s on my ^Emind. ^Flike: if freedom means ^Amdoing what you want (well), ^Edon’t you gotta want ^Amsomething? ^Fand won’t you tell me that we ^Amwant something more than just more ^Ebeer?

and my friends, if that ain’t true, won’t you lie to me tonight? Oh yeah! [Bridge] Am G E F (x3) Am [Verse 2]

^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. ^Fbut after that I ^Amwon’t have to bother with ^Eknowing who I am, for a while at^Am least. ^Fin a moment the whole ^Amworld is gonna melt around me, ^Eand I’ll swear I don’t miss it as a I lie to you tonight.

[Pre-Chorus]

^Cbecause I’m a^Efraid to look the ^Amworld in the ^Feye. ^Cif nothing’s ^Egonna change, well,^Am then I’d rather ^Fdie. ^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 ^Cway 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 ^Eknow it’s not because I’ve been^Am fighting bourgeois morals: I’m just l^Fazy and I’m young.

[Bridge] Am G E F (x3) [Verse 3]

^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’ve got me waiting on a day when we can ^Esay “Fuck the Police!” with a little bit of integrity, ^Amwhen it will mean: “I’ve ^Ggot your back if you’ve got m^Eine!” ^Fgive me a scene where ^AmI believe in more than^E bad hair cuts, ^Amguilt, and misery. ^FI don’t know where I fit between the ^AmVegans and the Nihilists. ^Ethat might be the first thing I’ve said that wasn’t a lie tonight.

[Chorus]

^Cbecause there’s gotta be ^Esomething more than lying ^Amin the front yar^Fd, naked, screaming at the constellations. ^CI want something more than an ^Eapology to say when I ^Amlook the world in the ^Feye. I’ll tell you, man, ^Cmy friend William came to me with ^Ea message of hope. it wen^Amt: “fuck you and everything ^Fthat you think you know. if ^Cyou don’t step outside the ^Ethings that you believe they’re gonna kill you.” ^Am ^F he said: “^Cno one’s gonna stop you from dying young, an^Ed miserable, and right, ^Am but if you want something ^Fbetter, 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 Chris to the ^EDiggers, from Malthus to ^AmZerzan, from Karl Marx to^F Huey Newton, but the shit goes ^Con and on and ^Eon and on and ^Amon and on and ^Fon and on

[Post-Chorus]

^Gnow, I’m not saying that ^Fwe can’t change the world, because ^Ceverybody ^Gdoes at least a ^Amlittle bit of t^Fhat. but^Am I won’t shit ^Emyself: the ^Fway I’m living is a tem^Cper tantrum and I^Am need something else, ^Eneed something else, ^Fneed somethin^Gg else to stay alive.

[Interlude] C E Am F C E Am G F E C D [Verse 4]

^Fand on the night that I ^Amplay my last show, I’ll ^Ebe singing so loud that my heart^Am explodes. ^Fand I’ll be singing, and ^AmI’ll be singing: we are ^Efree! ^Foh, but won’t^Am you promise me that we ^Ewon’t ever forget what th^Ame means? ^FI know it’s hard to ^Amgive a shit sometimes,^E but promise me we’ll always try. ^Fbecause I don’t wanna ^Amhate you, and I don’t wanna ^Ehate me, ^Fand I don’t ^Amwanna have to hate ^Eeverything anymore.

[Outro] Am Dm Am E Am Dm F E Am Never Coming Home (Song for the Guilty) [Intro] E B A (x2) [Verse 1]

^E The tr^Bains roll b^Ay my porch ^EDown here where ^Bnothing can ^Alive And I've been ^Esmoking too ^Bmuch Because I^C#m am no exc^Aeption You ^Eknew that al^Bready, I ^Athink

^E If ^Byou want sal^Avation ^EThen you ought to ^Bgo see a ^Apriest 'Cause for^Egiveness from ^Bthose that we ^C#mhurt In this ^Aworld ^E never ^Bwas guarante^Aed

[Chorus]

I'm ^Ecoming home, it's ^C#mlate again I'm high as ^BI've ever ^Abeen You're ^Esitting up, you're ^C#min our bed Crying ^Bfor a ghost aga^Ain No ^Eroom could be as ^C#mdark Or as emp^Bty as ours ^Ais 'Cause ^EI'm at home but ^C#mI'm not here And ^BI never ^Aam

[Bridge] E B A (x2) [Verse 2]

^E I ^Bwonder how ma^Any friends ^ERoll past my ^Bhouse in the ^Anight? In ^Eboxcars they sl^Beep With hearts ^C#mstashed in their ^Abackpacks They'll ^Emake Calif^Bornia all r^Aight ^E A pr^Bomise from ^Ame ^EIs just a lie ^BI ain't told ^Ayet So I'm ^Eready to ^Bdie But I'm ^C#mnot willing ^Ato watch You ^Ewatch me die ^Bhere in our ^Abed

[Chorus]

^EI'm lying down, I've been ^C#mnodding out Since ^BI don't know ^Awhen ^EThe lights are on, you're ^C#mstanding up Screaming ^Bat a ghost ^Aagain ^EDarling, I'm home; hell ^C#mI ain't left This ^Bhouse of ours in ^Adays But ^EI'm not here; I ^C#mnever am So ^BI just can't ^Astay

[Outro] E B A

My ^Edarling, I'm ^C#mnever coming ba^Ack From where I'm ^Bgoing My ^Edarling, I'm ^C#mnever coming h^Bome My ^Edarling, I'm ^C#mnever coming b^Aack From where I'm g^Boing My ^Edarling, I'm ^C#mnever coming h^Aome Never ^Bcoming home ag^Eain

Vampires Are Poseurs (Song for the Living) [Intro] D A G A (x4) [Verse 1]

^DI don't believe in Heave^An, I do believe in Hell ^GIt's down the street from here, ^AAnd we both lived there for years ^DWe burned the calendars for warm^Ath, And the alarm clocks just for^G fun We closed the blinds to make go^Addamn sure That we could never see ^Gthe Sun You could set a watch by^F the bottle returns And the ^Bmashtrays overflo^Gwing on the floor ^D ^F# ^BmNothing's free b^Dut time when you^G're so damn poor^A ^A

[Pre-Chorus]

^DBut the past was death row, And ^Bmthe future's a battlefield ^GI hope we choose the right war ^A ^DBecause I've been fist fighting gravity,^Bm Since the day I learned how to breathe ^GAnd I still wake up On the same cold flo^Aor i fell asleep on

[Chorus]

^DSo I won't, but ^Awe shall overcom^Ge someda^Gy ^DI can't do it al^Aone, but I shall^G be free^G someday ^DI don't know how^A to live But I'm^Bm sick of learning how to^G die ^DVampirism is for^A Poseurs in Juni^Bmor High ^G

[Bridge] D Bm F#m G [Verse 2]

^DWe made our own Postal system, T^Ao cross the continent ^GAs long as freight trains run An^Ad loners pick up dreamers with thumbs Who needs govern^Dments to get a letter to you Or a mixtape to ^Ame, or a postcard to Johnstown? What's a^G thousand miles between friends? What's a^A friend that's not worth crossing a country? But I ow^De money and brok^Aen hearts From Philly to Sydney an^Gd back to Vermont (yeeeah)^D I regret a million things And that's only ^Gwhat I haven't f^Aorgot ^A

[Pre-Chorus]

^DBut the past was a mine field, A^Bmnd right now is a prison break ^GI hope we make it alive ^A ^DWhen who we are doesn't stop whe^Bmre the law begins ^GThen we'll storm their court hou^Ases to survive ^DSo I won't, but ^Awe shall^G overcome someda^Gy ^DI can't do it al^Aone, but^G we shall be fre^Ge someday ^DI don't know how^A to live But I'm^Bm sick of learning how to^G die ^DVampirism is for^A Poseurs in Juni^Bmor High ^G

[Outro] D A G A (x4) Of Ballots and Barricades [Intro] G C G G G C D D G C G Em C D G G [Verse 1]

I got Ar^Gizona re^Csidency ^Gone day too late^G ^GTo vote ^Con this election^D day ^D ^GAnd every year b^Cefore I've been too drun^Gk to reg^Emister ^CThen I'd say, "I don't believe i^Dn it any^Gway" ^G ^GI still shake my head at^C ballots cast fo^Gr Elepha^Gnts ^GAnd shake my head at bal^Clots cast for Do^Dnkeys ^D Because ^GI swear to god o^Cur leaders will ^Gbe death of us ^Em There's ^Cno ballot we can^D cast to set us ^Gfree ^G

[Pre-Chorus]

^GBut there's no brick we can thro^Cw that will end ^Gpoverty^G ^GAnd we can't blo^Cw up SB1070 ^D ^D Things w^Gill never be as ^Csimple as when I^G was twelve year^Ems old Reading ^CKarl Marx in my ^Dbedroom ^Galone ^G

[Chorus]

^GSince there have been la^Cws, there have been crim^Ginals ^G ^GThere have been thieves since th^Cere's been prope^Drty ^D And the ^Gday will come ag^Cain when none of^G those things are aroun^Emd ^CI just hope it's before ^Dpeople go extinc^Gt ^G

[Verse 3]

^GSo vote November^C Second if it seems^G right to you ^G ^GOr don't vote if^C you think it ju^Dst holds us down^D Just tel^Gl me what we're ^Cgonna do on Nove^Gmber Third^Em To make sure there's no ^Cgovernment left ^Dto elect two years from ^Gnow ^G

[Outro]

Just tel^Gl me what we're ^Cgonna do on Nove^Gmber Third^Em To make sure there's no ^Cgovernment left ^Dto elect two years from ^Gnow ^G

Bitter Old Man [Intro] D Bm A G (x2) [Verse 1]

^DI was born a bitter old man who got his hea^Bmrt broken in Catalonia, 19^A36. ^G I haven’t felt right s^Dince, so I gave up on life before I arr^Bmived. I knew this place wasn’t safe for anyone but ^AFascists and Republicans and ^Gtheir apologis^Dts. ^Abut I swear to ^GGod, I’m gonna ^Ddie full of na^Emive optimism; ^Aa teenager’s heartbreaking conviction ^Gthat things can be different. oh yeah, things are gonna be real ^Adifferent when we’re finished around ^Dhere.

[Chorus]

I always ^Emwanted to die ^Gyoung. ^A ^DI always ^Emwanted to die ^Gyoung. ^A ^DI always ^Emwanted to die ^Gyoung; now I feel ^Ayounger every day^G, and I just hope I die younger than I am.

[Bridge] D Bm A G (x2) [Verse 2]

^DI can hear you from a dozen states away ^Bmshivering through a dope sick morning of^A no money left and n^Gothing else to st^Deal. ^DLord only knows that I’ve had my sh^Bmare, because there were years when I was ready to di^Ae, but it’s only been^G recently that I’ve been ^Dwilling to live. ^G ^Aand I swear to G^God, I didn’t p^Dlan for things to e^Emnd up this way.^A I had a teenager’s convictio^Gn that I would be different. oh yeah, ^AI was gonna be real different than the person ^DI became.

[Chorus]

I always ^Emwanted to die ^Gyoung. ^A ^DI always ^Emwanted to die ^Gyoung. ^A ^DI always ^Emwanted to die ^Gyoung; now I feel ^Ayounger every ^Gday, and I just hope I die younger than I am.

[Bridge] D Gm x4 [Verse 3]

^Dbut now living^Bm’s a struggle, ^Gexcept when it isn’t. (yeah), ^DI woke up this^Bm morning and I wasn’t in p^Grison, ^Dbut I can’t promise ^Bmthat I’m far from i^Gt. I’d still kill a man for cigarette, ^Dbut with friends like^Bm you, who needs h^Gomicide? ^Dso this song goes out to a^Bmll our Homies locked d^Gown. ^Dcome on ^Bmback now, we need you a^Ground. ^Dthat judge, he ^Bmdoesn’t know what he’s d^Gone. ^Dno, judges ^Bmnever know the things they d^Go. how could they?

[Outro] D Bm A G (x4) D Your Heart Is a Muscle the Size of Your Fist [Intro] D A G D A G [Verse 1]

^DDalia ^Anever showed me nothing but ^Gkindness ^DShe would say: "I ^Aknow how sad you ^Gget And ^Dsome days, I still get that w^Aay, but it gets^G better. It gets better. It gets be^Dtter. Sweetie, it ^Agets better, I promise ^Gyou." And she tells me:

[Chorus]

^DYour heart is a^A muscle the size of your^Bm fist. Keep on lovin^Gg. Keep on ^Dfighting. And hold ^Aon, And hold^G on, hold on for your life.

[Bridge] D A G D A G [Verse 2]

^DIan built a c^Aabin in the woods to ^Glive in. For y^Dears, terrifying no^Aises kept him up at n^Gight with a twelve gauge under his pillow. He's ^Dliving in Boston n^Aow, going to a^Grt school. i forgive him. i forg^Dive him. hell, I'll ad^Amit it I'm proud of h^Gim. ^DSerena's an a^Architect and a c^Garpenter. She's ^Dsuch a femin^Aist she says she isn't ^Gone, because Goddamn, my gender shouldn't matter. And her ^Dmotorcycle g^Alides through the streets of P^Grovidence, down to the Warehouse ^DDistrict. The paint j^Aob is as stunning ^Gas her knowledge of Medieval building techniques.

[Chorus]

^DYour heart is a^A muscle the size of your^Bm fist. Keep on lovin^Gg. Keep on ^Dfighting. And hold ^Aon, And hold^G on, hold on for your life.

[Bridge] D G D G D G D G [Verse 3]

^DThis one goes out to Georgios.^A he knows how to dance. Abby^G Banks, your book is beautiful, and fuck anyone who says otherwise. ^DScott, i love you and you ^Amake me glad to be alive^G. i promise that i'm gonna pay you back. ^DYou always ^Aknow how funny ^Geverything is, even when i'm so s^Derious that it's ^Agonna be the death of m^Ge. Like the time^D that our friend ^AChuck came over to ^Gour house. he ^Dsaid he needed someb^Aody to take care of his p^Gets, because he was going out of town. ^Di asked him: "^Awhere?" and he said: "New M^Gexico." i asked if i could get a ride. ^DHe said: "^ANo, you don't want to f^Gollow me where it is that I'm going."

[Pre-Chorus]

^AHe backeded out of the drive wa^Gy. that was the last time we saw him, because he ^Adrove straight to his parent's^G cabin and put a bullet in his head.

[Chorus]

^DYour heart is a^A muscle the size of your^Bm fist. Keep on lovin^Gg. Keep on ^Dfighting. And hold ^Aon, And hold^G on, hold on for your life. ^DYour heart is a^A muscle the size of your^Bm fist. Keep on lovin^Gg. Keep on ^Dfighting. And hold ^Aon, And hold^G on, hold on for your life.

[Outro] D G D G D G D G D A G D A G D A G D A G D G A D D G A D First Song, Pt. 2 [Intro] C E F C C E F G [Verse 1]

^CI took the needle out of my ^Earm about ^FA year ago ^Ctoday, ^CAnd every day since then I’ve been ^Etaking ^FThe needle out of my ^Gbrain. ^FSo when I’m staring down at my ^Ghands I can’t explain Just ^Ewhat it is that I’m thinking ^Fof, Except thank God that all my ^Gveins have to pump is my ^Cblood.

[Bridge] C E F C C E F G [Verse 2]

^CI’ve done you so much ^Ewrong I can’t believe ^FYou would still ^Ctalk to me. ^CAnd I say so much bullshit ^EI can’t believe ^FThat anyone around me can ^Gbreathe. ^FI know that it’s a little ^Gdramatic, But ^Ethe word for not changing is ^F“dead.” So I’m getting better, my ^Gfriends, but please don’t hold your ^Cbreath.

[Bridge] C E F C C E F G [Verse 3]

^CI met a man in ^Erehab the first time, ^FAn organizer in ^Cprison. ^CHe lived in Chicago when the ^Ecops shot Fred Hampton, ^FBut he was just a kid back ^Gthen. ^FJustice doesn’t flow from ^Gpolice guns, I’m ^Ereminded of that all the ^Ftime. As long as there is a ^Glaw, peace will be a ^Ccrime.

[Bridge] C E F C C E F G [Verse 4]

^CWhat the news calls ^Eeconomics, ^FI still call it ^Cviolence. ^CIf your God is a ^Ejudge or a jailer, ^FI’m still an Ath^Geist.

[Outro]

^FBut I try to have faith in the ^Gthings that will happen; ^EI get saved from myself ^Fwhen i do. So maybe “God” isn’t the right ^Gword, but I believe in ^Cyou.

C E F C C E F G

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