Chords for Tom MacDonald - "Anarchy" SPOKEN WORD
Tempo:
118 bpm
Chords used:
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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I got away from all the chains they tried to lock me up with
I wasn't made for 9 to 5s or working in construction
I never fit the system, my description is the suspect
I gave them all the finger then I rode into the sunset
And I don't want to be promoted, I don't need to raise a buck
And I don't want the Christmas bonus or the new company truck
Keep that silly f***ing uniform I had to wash and dry
I'm not a brick that's in your wall but you're a thorn that's in my side
I was born and [Dm] I comply with all the orders and defy all of the horrors
I survived, I feel like normals are the skies
And I don't want an application or a half an hour lunch
Or a cubicle to work a job that I don't even love
My veins are full of gasoline, my motor's made of stolen parts
I've tightened all the nuts and bolts but I don't want to work on cars
The system's trying to smother me but anarchy is in my heart
They slashed my tires and cut my [N] brakes, I'll crash now if it even starts
My boss don't even know that I make music he would care about
He thinks I'm just some stoner stacking boxes in a warehouse
I got dreams and goals and things I'm told are worth to keep aspiring
When music is my full-time job then nobody can fire me
But right now it ain't hiring, my grocery's expiring
My rent is due, my phone is off, the extra shifts are tiring
I know I'm made for more than what my resume reflects
The government is trying to dumb me down with guns and booze and sex
I'm not a salesman, I couldn't sell beer in the prohibition
I've never been the type to make a living off commission
I'm no good at wearing suits or doing taxes for a business
I want to count some money, not the hours and the minutes
I'm not a carpenter, a lawyer, a doctor
I'm not a waiter or a teacher or a cop or a plumber
I'm not a tradesman or an architect, an engineer, a pilot or a mailman
I'm something that don't fit into their perfect little game plan
I'm me, and they can try to kill my spirit with overtime when the barn burns
But if there's one thing I ain't scared of it is long days and hard work
So they can pay themselves a dollar while I only make a cent
But I will stack up all my pennies till they're higher than the fence
Then I'll climb them like a ladder and jump to the other side
Spend the nickels that I made on a taxi or hitch a ride
But they never thought they'd see the day I left them to survive
And use the system that they built to leave their system all behind
I wasn't made for 9 to 5s or working in construction
I never fit the system, my description is the suspect
I gave them all the finger then I rode into the sunset
And I don't want to be promoted, I don't need to raise a buck
And I don't want the Christmas bonus or the new company truck
Keep that silly f***ing uniform I had to wash and dry
I'm not a brick that's in your wall but you're a thorn that's in my side
I was born and [Dm] I comply with all the orders and defy all of the horrors
I survived, I feel like normals are the skies
And I don't want an application or a half an hour lunch
Or a cubicle to work a job that I don't even love
My veins are full of gasoline, my motor's made of stolen parts
I've tightened all the nuts and bolts but I don't want to work on cars
The system's trying to smother me but anarchy is in my heart
They slashed my tires and cut my [N] brakes, I'll crash now if it even starts
My boss don't even know that I make music he would care about
He thinks I'm just some stoner stacking boxes in a warehouse
I got dreams and goals and things I'm told are worth to keep aspiring
When music is my full-time job then nobody can fire me
But right now it ain't hiring, my grocery's expiring
My rent is due, my phone is off, the extra shifts are tiring
I know I'm made for more than what my resume reflects
The government is trying to dumb me down with guns and booze and sex
I'm not a salesman, I couldn't sell beer in the prohibition
I've never been the type to make a living off commission
I'm no good at wearing suits or doing taxes for a business
I want to count some money, not the hours and the minutes
I'm not a carpenter, a lawyer, a doctor
I'm not a waiter or a teacher or a cop or a plumber
I'm not a tradesman or an architect, an engineer, a pilot or a mailman
I'm something that don't fit into their perfect little game plan
I'm me, and they can try to kill my spirit with overtime when the barn burns
But if there's one thing I ain't scared of it is long days and hard work
So they can pay themselves a dollar while I only make a cent
But I will stack up all my pennies till they're higher than the fence
Then I'll climb them like a ladder and jump to the other side
Spend the nickels that I made on a taxi or hitch a ride
But they never thought they'd see the day I left them to survive
And use the system that they built to leave their system all behind
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I got away from all the chains they tried to lock me up with
I wasn't made for 9 to 5s or working in construction
I never fit the system, my description is the suspect
I gave them all the finger then I rode into the sunset
And I don't want to be promoted, I don't need to raise a buck
And I don't want the Christmas bonus or the new company truck
Keep that silly f***ing uniform I had to wash and dry
I'm not a brick that's in your wall but you're a thorn that's in my side
I was born and [Dm] I comply with all the orders and defy all of the horrors
I survived, I feel like normals are the skies
And I don't want an application or a half an hour lunch
Or a cubicle to work a job that I don't even love
My veins are full of gasoline, my motor's made of stolen parts
I've tightened all the nuts and bolts but I don't want to work on cars
The system's trying to smother me but anarchy is in my heart
They slashed my tires and cut my [N] brakes, I'll crash now if it even starts
My boss don't even know that I make music he would care about
He thinks I'm just some stoner stacking boxes in a warehouse
I got dreams and goals and things I'm told are worth to keep aspiring
When music is my full-time job then nobody can fire me
But right now it ain't hiring, my grocery's expiring
My rent is due, my phone is off, the extra shifts are tiring
I know I'm made for more than what my resume reflects
The government is trying to dumb me down with guns and booze and sex
I'm not a salesman, I couldn't sell beer in the prohibition
I've never been the type to make a living off commission
I'm no good at wearing suits or doing taxes for a business
I want to count some money, not the hours and the minutes
I'm not a carpenter, a lawyer, a doctor
I'm not a waiter or a teacher or a cop or a plumber
I'm not a tradesman or an architect, an engineer, a pilot or a mailman
I'm something that don't fit into their perfect little game plan
I'm me, and they can try to kill my spirit with overtime when the barn burns
But if there's one thing I ain't scared of it is long days and hard work
So they can pay themselves a dollar while I only make a cent
But I will stack up all my pennies till they're higher than the fence
Then I'll climb them like a ladder and jump to the other side
Spend the nickels that I made on a taxi or hitch a ride
But they never thought they'd see the day I left them to survive
And use the system that they built to leave their system all behind _ _ _
I wasn't made for 9 to 5s or working in construction
I never fit the system, my description is the suspect
I gave them all the finger then I rode into the sunset
And I don't want to be promoted, I don't need to raise a buck
And I don't want the Christmas bonus or the new company truck
Keep that silly f***ing uniform I had to wash and dry
I'm not a brick that's in your wall but you're a thorn that's in my side
I was born and [Dm] I comply with all the orders and defy all of the horrors
I survived, I feel like normals are the skies
And I don't want an application or a half an hour lunch
Or a cubicle to work a job that I don't even love
My veins are full of gasoline, my motor's made of stolen parts
I've tightened all the nuts and bolts but I don't want to work on cars
The system's trying to smother me but anarchy is in my heart
They slashed my tires and cut my [N] brakes, I'll crash now if it even starts
My boss don't even know that I make music he would care about
He thinks I'm just some stoner stacking boxes in a warehouse
I got dreams and goals and things I'm told are worth to keep aspiring
When music is my full-time job then nobody can fire me
But right now it ain't hiring, my grocery's expiring
My rent is due, my phone is off, the extra shifts are tiring
I know I'm made for more than what my resume reflects
The government is trying to dumb me down with guns and booze and sex
I'm not a salesman, I couldn't sell beer in the prohibition
I've never been the type to make a living off commission
I'm no good at wearing suits or doing taxes for a business
I want to count some money, not the hours and the minutes
I'm not a carpenter, a lawyer, a doctor
I'm not a waiter or a teacher or a cop or a plumber
I'm not a tradesman or an architect, an engineer, a pilot or a mailman
I'm something that don't fit into their perfect little game plan
I'm me, and they can try to kill my spirit with overtime when the barn burns
But if there's one thing I ain't scared of it is long days and hard work
So they can pay themselves a dollar while I only make a cent
But I will stack up all my pennies till they're higher than the fence
Then I'll climb them like a ladder and jump to the other side
Spend the nickels that I made on a taxi or hitch a ride
But they never thought they'd see the day I left them to survive
And use the system that they built to leave their system all behind _ _ _