The Taxpayers - No lodging for the mad

I have been ^Gmaking presentations for a final escalation, I have been ^Cpraying to the god of giving ^Gup. She says, ^C“Lock, lock, lock the door beh^Gind you ^Emnow, ^{G Em} before the ^Ccriminals and the ^Dcops break in your h^Gouse."

Oh, I have ^Glooked so hard for a ^Cplace where I could ^Gdie. But the ^Cwinners up there of ^Ghigh-end ^Emliving won't ^Callow the broke and ^Dinsane to a^Grise.

So fuck this ^Ccity! Fuck this ^Gjob! They cut you do^Cwn before you even reach the to^Gp! In a ^Cgod-fearing land, there ain't no ^Glodging for the ^Emmad; ^{G Em} you can't get ^Chigh enough to ^Dbreathe before you ^Gdrown.

I'm gonna ^Ggo back to that factory, where they ^Cmake, make, make moving ^Gparts that will ^Ctake, take, take you ^Gvery far a^Emway. ^{G Em} In the ^Cflash of a pack of ^Dmatches, I will be ^Ggone.

So fuck this ^Ccity! Fuck this ^Gjob! They cut you do^Cwn before you even reach the to^Gp! In a ^Cgod-fearing land, there ain't no ^Glodging for the ^Emmad; ^{G Em} you can't get ^Chigh enough to ^Dbreathe, you can't get ^Chigh enough to ^Dbreathe, you can't get ^Chigh enough to ^Dbreathe before you ^Gdrown!