G G G
This is a desk job. a data entry five to niner
G G G
Yeah I guess I’m my own boss, but everyone’s my supervisor
Am C
Tell me what kind of living legend would only want a living wage?
Am D
Because I just turned 27 and I’m dying of old age
G G G
Guess I’m just selfish. I wanna have but not be had
G G
And I think “can I sell this? the rainfall’s a windfall the fourth wall a paywall”
G
– whenever things get bad
Am C
So this is what I choose to do with my redeeming quality
Am D
That thing that came from the same place as my instability
Am C
It’s not a gift if you pay for it, but I don’t want no charity
Am D
I spent all my years to end up right here, and now I really think I’d rather leave cause
Chorus:
G D G C Am
I hate xxx. I hate drugs. And I hate rock n’ roll. And I hate music and my
C D
lack of self-control
G D G C Am C
I hate xxx. I hate drugs. And I hate rock n’ roll. And I hate proving that I’m
G
still human after all
Verse 2:
G G G
It’s the death of the author – you read between white chalk outlines
G G
Well if the pen’s that much stronger; then call this hare kari as I kamikaze
G
to my career suicide
Am C
I hate these easter bunny encores, 2 and 4 beat claps.
Am D
Stockade stages, applause and praise, trying to chuck tomatoes back.
Am C
Newsfeeds, groupies, critics, analytics, and starry-eyed stalkers who
Am
demand a man in lipstick, and a role model psycho but an echo in their
D D
chamber, martyr to their dollar but a baby in a manger
G G
Effigy on the alter: the parish they brandish their torches and sway to this
G
love song
G
“Virginia, walk on my water!” Their apocryphal daughters with nerf armor
G G
and ARs who want me caught with red hands cut my wrists and make me
G
put white gloves on
Verse 3:
Am C
So go ahead sure, drink my kool-aid. It wouldn’t mix well with my meds
Am
But there’s demand and a market for my brand scars, and I can’t treat the
D
trademarks in my head
Am C
I hate to be “that guy,” but I’m not that guy anymore. And I made God damn sure he’s dead
Am D
And I would dance on his grave, but the music that I play seems to say take me instead. So
Chorus:
G D G C Am
I hate xxx. I hate drugs. And I hate rock n’ roll. And I hate music and my
C D
lack of self-control
G D G C Am
I hate xxx. I hate drugs. And I hate rock n’ roll. And I hate music
C
And I hate you kid
Am D
And I hate putting up fourth walls
Am C G
And I hate proving that I’m still human after all
Am C G
I hate proving that I’m still human
