G G G This is a desk job. a data entry five to niner G G G Yeah I guess I’m my own boss, but everyone’s my supervisor Am C Tell me what kind of living legend would only want a living wage? Am D Because I just turned 27 and I’m dying of old age G G G Guess I’m just selfish. I wanna have but not be had G G And I think “can I sell this? the rainfall’s a windfall the fourth wall a paywall” G – whenever things get bad Am C So this is what I choose to do with my redeeming quality Am D That thing that came from the same place as my instability Am C It’s not a gift if you pay for it, but I don’t want no charity Am D I spent all my years to end up right here, and now I really think I’d rather leave cause Chorus: G D G C Am I hate xxx. I hate drugs. And I hate rock n’ roll. And I hate music and my C D lack of self-control G D G C Am C I hate xxx. I hate drugs. And I hate rock n’ roll. And I hate proving that I’m G still human after all Verse 2: G G G It’s the death of the author – you read between white chalk outlines G G Well if the pen’s that much stronger; then call this hare kari as I kamikaze G to my career suicide Am C I hate these easter bunny encores, 2 and 4 beat claps. Am D Stockade stages, applause and praise, trying to chuck tomatoes back. Am C Newsfeeds, groupies, critics, analytics, and starry-eyed stalkers who Am demand a man in lipstick, and a role model psycho but an echo in their D D chamber, martyr to their dollar but a baby in a manger G G Effigy on the alter: the parish they brandish their torches and sway to this G love song G “Virginia, walk on my water!” Their apocryphal daughters with nerf armor G G and ARs who want me caught with red hands cut my wrists and make me G put white gloves on Verse 3: Am C So go ahead sure, drink my kool-aid. It wouldn’t mix well with my meds Am But there’s demand and a market for my brand scars, and I can’t treat the D trademarks in my head Am C I hate to be “that guy,” but I’m not that guy anymore. And I made God damn sure he’s dead Am D And I would dance on his grave, but the music that I play seems to say take me instead. So Chorus: G D G C Am I hate xxx. I hate drugs. And I hate rock n’ roll. And I hate music and my C D lack of self-control G D G C Am I hate xxx. I hate drugs. And I hate rock n’ roll. And I hate music C And I hate you kid Am D And I hate putting up fourth walls Am C G And I hate proving that I’m still human after all Am C G I hate proving that I’m still human
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