Bomb the Music Industry! — Does Your Face Hurt No Cause Its Killing Me

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[Intro]
Bm G Bm G

[Verse]
Bm
Take a look at your haircut, you're killing me
G
Take a look at your glasses, you're killing me
Bm
Placement of the piercings, you're killing me
G
Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
Bm
Take a look at your ripped jeans, you're killing me
G
Take a look at your Converse, you're killing me
Bm
Get a shirt that fits you, you're killing me
G
Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
Bm
Someone the other day was telling me about marketing
G
And how it's so important for a band to sell a t-shirt
Bm
I told him that the money goes right back into the same thing
G
And now we're just a breeding ground for more and more consumers
Bm
Sellout, shmellout, it's not about that
    G  
But all my problems seem to stem from cash
Bm
I got my beliefs and I don't care if they're right
    G
But if we don't meet our quota, man, we're gonna get into another fight


[Chorus]
D                          Bbdim
Soon we'll be in the clear when we get out of here
Bm                              Bbdim
Where style is function and our egos make us fight
D                                     Bbdim
For now we'll live in fear, we're not sexy enough for this atmosphere
Bm      A       G                 D
Someone blow it up tonight, we'll fight, fight, fight, fight

[Verse]
Bm
Take a look at your haircut, you're killing me
G
Take a look at your glasses, you're killing me
Bm
Placement of the piercings, are you kidding me?
G
Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
Bm
Take a look at your ripped jeans, you're killing me
G
Take a look at your Converse, you're killing me
Bm
Get a shirt that fits you, you're killing me
G
Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
Bm
Williamsburg has got the lights down low
      G
And a moron with a laptop is calling this poetry
  Bm
A singer with a thrift amp - "vintage circuitry"
G
On the cover of Bop or Seventeen
Em
I'm so lonely, life is empty
G
Where's my coke and fucking money?
Em
Tonight at the bar I got a good look at the enemy
         G
He said "I'm too fucking cool someone else can write the songs for me"


[Chorus]
D                          Bbdim
Soon we'll be in the clear when we get out of here
Bm                              Bbdim
Where style is function and our egos make us fight
D                                     Bbdim
For now we'll live in fear, we're not sexy enough for this atmosphere
Bm                   C
Someone blow it up tonight.
                    D
Please blow it up tonight.

[Break]
D     Bb
D     Bb A

[Bridge]
D                 Bb
Now we're cloning sheep
D               Bb       A
Writing garbage in their diaries
D              F#5
Reading their AP
             G
And watching Fuse TV

[Break]
D     Bb
D     Bb A

[Bridge]
D                 Bb
Kill it, c'est la vie
D            Bb          A
Fashion show equals your scene
D             F#5
Bomb the industry, yeah
     G
Then run away and watch the blast
    F#m
I'm getting out so kiss my ass
    Em
I'm going nowhere, nowhere fast
    Bb
I'm going nowhere, nowhere fast		
    

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