Trevor Sensor - The money gets bigger

^CSmall town kids and World War Three and the ^AmMoney's gettin' bigger but noone can come to ^Fsee the burning forest through the ^Emtrees ^G

^CMother packs her lunch and says goodbye and ^AmChildhood days are drawn just to ^Fdie But noone seems to ^Emtry ^G

^FThey find themselves alone feeling un^Cclean ^FThey search in themselves for mean^Ging ^G7

^CTonight, I'm gonna be someone ^Amtonight I'm gonna be someone ^Ftonight I'm gonna be someone ^Gtonight I'm gonna be someone ^Ctonight

^CEverybody [hates they're] not the ones to ^AmBe adored and touched by the ^Fsun To be famous just bec^Emause ^G

^CBut the hate is drowned by the constant sound of the ^AmFathers who beat their winves who ain't ar^Found To be served a decent ^Emmeal ^G

And the c^Fhildren dream of better ^Cdays Where ^Fall they do is play their little ^Ggames ^G7 And the ^Fgenerations come to only ^Cfall And ya c^Fome to find that nothin' really matters at ^Gall ^G7

^CTonight, I'm gonna be someone ^Amtonight I'm gonna be someone ^Ftonight I'm gonna be someone ^Gtonight I'm gonna be someone ^Ctonight

^CWell the hate is drowned by the frequent sounds of ^CEverybody turning to look around ^AmAway from the days when they felt O.K. ^AmAnd everybody's waiting for something to say ^FThe time is come for a chosen one ^FThe prophesied , the empty lies ^GThe media makes [the other ties] ^GYour mother says to c^G7over...

^CWell the hate is drowned by the frequent sounds of ^CEverybody turning to look around ^AmAway from the days when they felt O.K. ^AmEverybody's waitin' for somethin' to say ^FThe time has come for a chosen one ^FThe prophesied, the empty lies ^GThe media makes [the other ties] ^GYou mother says to cover your eyes