I did this by ear, sorry if I suck.
Who the hell have I been kidding?
I sold my soul to the corporation
They know me better than I know myself
I better shut it up, I better shut it up
You gotta problem with the way I think?
I gotta problem with the way you think
That you can program me, like a damned machine
I'm gonna take a stand, and say fuck this scene
I'm sick of imagery, instead of artistry
I'm sick of apathy, instead of harmony
I'm sick of poets working part time jobs,
While pissy people pick and choose the stars
I know that I should be the last one to speak,
About this but even sellouts have their dreams...
G (cut it off)
So set the music free.
C-C,G-G,C-C,G-G-G
baaa, dadadada daaa, dadadada daaa, dadadada daaaa, dadadadadaaa.
badadada daaa, dadadada daaa, daaa dadadadadaaa
Oooohhhhh,
What the hell am I trying to prove?
I ran away so young, now on the move
Like a vandal I wear my mask
And all you punks back home, you can kiss my ass
Cuz' I gotta, feelin' deep down inside my soulll
That's taken three whole years to gain control..
And I ain't never, no never, no NEVER, no never no never..
G (cut off)
Comin' home
Baaadadadada daaa, dadadada daa, dadadada daaa, dadadada daaa
Badadada daaa, dadadada daaa, dadadada, daaa dadadada daaa...
G C (strum)
Ooohhhh oh oh oh.