Frank Turner – Eat The Meek (Guitar)

Dm                                    Bb
Because there's never gonna be enough space

           F               C
So eat the meek, enjoy the waste

Dm                           Bb
It's always gonna be a delicacy

             F                 C
So lick your chops and eat the meek

Dm          F    Bb               F
Why must we stay where we don't belong

Dm          F    Bb               F
Why must we stay where we don't belong

Dm                        Bb
The factory mass produced fear, bottled,

                    C
Capped, distributed near and far

                      F
Sold for a reasonable price

                                   Dm
And the people, they love it, they feed it

                              F
Brush with it, bathe with it, breathe it

                        C      Am
Inject it direct to the blood

                         Dm
It seems to be replacing love

Dm          F    Bb               F
Why must we stay where we don't belong

Dm          F    Bb               F
Why must we stay where we don't belong

Dm                                    Bb
Because there's always gonna be token truth

          F              C
Forgotten code discarded youth

Dm                                   Bb
You know there's always gonna be pedigree

            F               C
One own the air, one pay to breathe

Dm          F    Bb               F
Why must we stay where we don't belong

Dm          F    Bb               F
Why must we stay where we don't belong

Dm          F    Bb               F
Why must we stay where we don't belong

Dm          F             Bb                    F
Why must we stay where we don't belong, don't belong.