G Breathe kids the mold is getting old Em It'll be gone D any day The hipster empire of tomorrow C Will fall to the common kids of today G With tied wrists we're under their control Em With fists clinched we're taking on the world D I write down words with cathartic intentions C That spawn revolutions of minds Chorus: Em They’re asking for my C my head on a plate Em They’re asking for my C my head on a plate G B I'm really really not Em D C That conceited I swear I'm not Am D I'm just trying to bring G B Music back to music Em D C I define up and coming Am D G Bm Em D C Cm They already came up and went I'm loose lipped now shaking back and forth Problems fixed, I'm pouring out my soul I find the right words to express myself Instead of fitting round pegs in round holes What a lovely day for a symphony Full of honesty and integrity So take this for what it’s worth Originality's not a curse Chorus - x2 | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsAm B Bm C Cm D Em G |