Bomb the Music Industry! – Does Your Face Hurt No Cause Its Killing Me (Guitar)

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

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

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"

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.

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

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