Key: E minor•
Intro 1
Em
Baug
Em
Baug
Em
Verse 1
Zoom in to the fuming of an
aggravated breed
Via the study of post-
adolesent agitated seeds
Half the patients wasted self
the hot that made it breathe
They sold Pompeii impression,
waste infections
And twelve steps to lesson
Bm
Cretins swiftly tippy toe on hard to swallow,
barter concepts
Am
D
Em
D
The give- it get- it, never let it self pass the word,
And someone,
I've thrown long Hail Mary bombs
Toward cookie- cutter Mother Natures
C
D
They tried to fuck his woman
Well they're merely chasing
perfectionist emblems
When the clock strikes nine
I'll be waking with the best of
routine caffiene team players
Em
D
Dm
D
Em
Under a dusted angel
Am
Em
My odometer like buzzard to fallen elk,
talking stealth
We got babies, rubber stamps,
and briefcase parts
We on some door- to- door now
Order ten dollars or more,
B
Bm
Em
we'll shove it down your throat for free
D
Dm
Em
I'll sacrifice my inborn
commanding "Gimme that"
So we can retain baby fat
Make the biter snake bedlam
Holocaust freak,
Bm
heckle shiesty brain headroom shaped planet
Em
D
Make a move, pause,
Dm
D
Dm
make a move break cannon
D
Em
Bent barrel one eight zero,
It's bleeding well
It can roast my leaky finance
I'll take my seat atop
the Brooklyn Bridge
Am
Em
With a Coke and a bag of chips
To watch a thousand lemmings
plummet just because
The first one slipped
Sometimes I laugh at victory,
Am
Em
kissing these little question marks
I tend to underestimate my average
Just another bastard savage
Am
Em
'cause every dog has its day
At which point, I'll pull it away
Verse 2
Hate the fact that eight hours a day
D
Em
But we hate jobs in general
That don't have to do
with fighting our own causes
We the American working population
Hate the nine- to- five day- in day- out
That we have harbored
That it makes us smile if it
sounds dope
Verse 3
the year of the silkworm
Everything I built burned yesterday
Em
Dm
that these stilts serve
B
Em
that I believe in is dead
Nah brother, it's the year of the jackal
Saddle up on high horse
Dm
D
Shackle up the hassle by the dooming
I bought some new sneakers
B
Em
I just hope my legacy matches
It's the year of the landshark
Dry as sand, parched,
Em
Dm
They're out there being slaughtered
B
Em
to fuck their daughters
Man it's the year of the Orphan
Seated adjacent to the firefly circling
D
Dm
D
Trying to guard the fortress of a king
But all are trained to murder at the
B
Em
first sign of a threat
Maybe it's the year of the
waterbug
Cockroach utter thug specimen
Bm
D
Dm
dreaming of your next of kin
Bm
Em
You've been a bitch lieutenant
God it's the year of the
underpaid employee
Spitting forty plus a week
B
Bm
D
And trying to rape earth on my off time
I can't keep myself busy enough
Verse 4
Hate the fact that eight hours a day
Is wasted on chasing the dream
of someone that isn't us
And we may not hate our jobs
But we hate jobs in general
That don't have to do
We the American working population
But we'd rather be supporting ourselves
the pasttimes
That we have harbored
based solely on the fact
That it makes us smile if it sound
Verse 5
Em
[Aesop Rock]
Fumble outta bed and
my life is a mess and
God bless
Fumble outta bed and
my life is a mess and
Outro 1
Em
Bm
D
Dm
D
Em
Bm
Em
Bm
D
Em
Bm
Em
Bm
Dm
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Dm
D
Em
Bm
Em
Bm
D
Em
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D
B
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