Playing settingsGuitar · Original key
Rhythm & accompaniment
VERSE
So you've been to school for a year or two,
and you know you've seen it all.
In daddy's car, thinking you'll go far
back east, your type don't crawl.
Playing ethnicky jazz to parade your snazz
on your five-grand stereo.
Braggin' that you know how the niggers feel cold
and the slums got so much soul
PRE-CHORUS
It's time to taste what you most fear
Right, Guard will not help you here
CHORUS
It's tough kid but it's life
Don't forget to pack a wife
| D | Am F |
| Am | F |
| Am | F Am |
VERSE
You're a star-belly sneetch,
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch,
But your boss gets richer off you
Well you'll work harder with a gun in your back
Slave for soldiers 'til you starve
Then your head is skewered on a stake
BRIDGE
Where they get things done
CHORUS
Where people dress in black
Where you'll kiss ass or crack, oh
| Am | A | Am |
| F | Am |
| F | Am |
| D |
| C | Am | D |
| C | Am |
| C | D F | Am |
| C D | F Am |
| C | D | F | Am C |
OUTRO
| C D | F | Am C |
| D | F Am |
| D | Am | G | Am D |
| Am | F |
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