Bomb the Music Industry! – Shut Up The Punx (Guitar)

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[Verse]
G                                                Bb
I know it’s hypocritical to point fingers at the people who point fingers.

                G                                               Bb
But when we all march to the beat of the same different drummer,

                                      G          Bb
yeah the steps start to come off like clockwork.

                                        G     Bb
I guess I’m saying we could stand to be nicer

C
Because when you’re in a basement talking shit

        Db
And interspersing it with speaking in namedrops and units,

G
I must admit I’m not the best when on the defensive.

Bb
I’d rather steal your whiskey than your heart in conversation.

G
I’d rather break three strings a song then stick to a routine

Bb
Like I’m ripe for the picking after growing on a tree

C
And then talk about the industry, cross-market positivity

A
With vinyl nerds and brightly colored, quirky messy record sleeves.

D                                             
I’d rather be vomiting and I despise vomiting. Blugh.
[Chorus]
G
But thanks for the beer.

                                  C
I appreciate your time but can we talk about something else?

G
If you really think that you and I are on the same page

        B                     C
You can go ahead and fuck yourself.

        E                   C
Because you’ve got coke and good looks,

         E          C
I’ve got overdue library books

   E                    C                      G
So let’s be friends and change the subject now.
[Verse]
                                     Bb
‘Cause the last thing I wanna be is another negative asshole.

G
Like God speaks through my acoustic guitar

Bb
And I’ve got the perfect set of morals

C
On a dry erase board at the front of the house.

Db
FOLLOW THESE CONDITIONS OR WE’LL KICK YOUR ASS OUT:

G
Vegans only: NO MEAT ALLOWED!

Bb
Straight edge only: NO DRINKING ALLOWED!

G
Fixed gears only: NO THREE-SPEEDS ALLOWED!

Bb
Me me me!!!: I’M SMART! I’M RIGHT! I’M SMART!

C                                                       A
I think it’s dumb when you take the inherently fun like riding bikes
And singing songs and say they’re not for everyone
D                                    
As if for your whole life you were cool as shit.
“Punk tourist!” [Chorus]
          G                                                          C
‘Cause you still beg for cash cause you spent your parents’ last on a Greyhound to the Fest

        G                                                 B                 C
and your jacket says Crass but I don’t give an ass I’m not giving you fifty cents

       E            C          E               C
so that you can buy a forty and destroy a hotel party

       E                   C
and the man who cleans your mess up shrugs and says,

G                              G/F
“This nonconformity looks like conformity,

Em                                           Eb
like boring nice people pose threats to your authority.

G                        G/F
This positivity is negativity

Em                               Eb
and you boys sure left me with a mess to clean.”
[Verse]
G
Smile big, hug bigger. Talk big, act bigger.

C
Stop judging do something, shut the fuck up do something.

G
Instead of sneering at my friends and me ‘cause we’re not stealing

B                                    C
Buy a troubled friend a drink at the bar and tip well.

G
Don’t spend your time scoffing when you do that you're just

C
Scoffing like the people who scoff at us while defending our community.

G
You’re a teacher, you’re a parent, you’re the head of a dictatorship.

B                                             C
When the ground is covered up in rules you’re guaranteed to power trip.
[Bridge]
G                             G/F
This nonconformity looks like conformity.

Em                                Eb
Why should anyone believe in our community?

G                                   G/F
This organization doesn’t feel like anarchy ‘cause

Em                                Eb
We’re suiting up to have the same identity and the boring nice people say,

G                             G/F
“Shut up the punx!”x2 All the people who have barbecues to feed their friends and family,

Eb                            Bb                             D
“Shut up the punx!”x2 All the people writing signs with information, not just blaming things,

G                             G/F
“Shut up the punx!”x2 All the boys and girls are fed up with just saying that we’re punk, we say,

Eb                                      Bb
“Shut up the punx!” “Shut up the punx!”