False Metal Cifras

[Intro]
           Gm
I wrote a song about boxing
          D                    Am  Em
But I'm better at avoiding a fight
         Am                (low E-string) 2-3-5
I never gave or received a punch
                 Gm
And I'm singin' songs about freedom
        D                  Am
On the cheapest PA I could find
               Em
Made in some sweatshop
             Am                  (low E-string) 2-3-4-5
With no way out and no breaks for lunch
C                                  G (high E-string) 2-3-2-3-2
Theres no need to give myself a bloody eye
C                         G (high E-string) 2-3-2-3-2
Dont want my family exposed
C                       G (high E-string) 2-3-2-3-2
Great job sweatshops of America
                   C             G
With your fitness apps, And your CO2
          C                 G
And malarial outbreaks in Malibu
        C                         G
With my kid in the camps and the guard
 
with the gun
        (low E-string) 2-3-4-5
Staring past her
 
A
 
[Chorus]
 
And he’s been listening to false
C G x4
Metal
 
[Verse]
 
                   Gm                 D
Recording songs about rebellion in an attic
                    Am    Em
that I rent from a friend
        Am          D
In a lowkey utopian ethnostate
          Gm                           D
And we’re both a bit uneasy but it’s better
                   Am      Em
for us both if we wait, do nothing
           Am                    D
There’s no parallel parking in hell
C                                                             G
There’s no need to give ourselves a hernia
C                                Em   A
The real heavy lifting’s for the young
C                                                             G
It’s all right, we’ve got enough let’s go to sleep
         C                    G
Yeah we run the right to get import booze
     C                   G
And cartel cocaine and organic shoes
        C           G              Em     A
And a guaruntee of immunity from disasters
 
[Chorus]
 
                                                   C  G
While we’re listening to false metal
 
C G x2
 
           C G
False metal
 
C G x2
 
[Verse]
 
            Gm
I see the sunlight in my window
       D                     Am   Em
And a pile of my passed out friends
          Am                         D
Under the ruins of an upturned couch
        Gm
I went outside and started walking
        D                      Am  Em
To the gas station next to my house
                       Am
Because theres no more time
                  D
And the powers out
 
C                                      G
The fake priest sold napalm to the bourgeoisie
C                               Em   A
While the fake proletariat got stoned
C                                  G
On expensive weed they bought with Face ID
         C                      G
But if nothing's real, then we get to choose
         C                G
It's the end of time on a Carnival cruise
     C                   G
Or a warehouse job and a blunt force bruise
     C                 G
Or a nuclear war, or a great refusal
    C                    G
To call us dumb, you can tell us to leave
        C                 G
But the coward's favorite word's naïve
       C                  G
Its an endless grief or a face tattoo
 Em   A
of an Oreo
       C        G
And false metal
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