Intro 
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D G D G 
Hold D until drop 
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D G F#m G 
Bm   A Bm 
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Verse 
Em           D               Em             D 
Now I don't disagree, it's a hell of a scene 
Em             D               A 
Jackson Square dropouts avoiding police 
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If the 80's were tough, the 90's were mean 
Em                    D 
All that was left for the desperate 
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Were these fast cash machines 
Em         D            Em          D 
That easy money never helped anything 
Em              D                      A 
With that kind of juice, man, it ain't worth the squeeze 
Em          D                Em              D 
But month by month I feel a change in the breeze 
Em           D              A 
So start moving on make your own history 


[Refrão]

D                A       Bm           D         G         D            G 
If you want me to boil it down, all you cynical bastards, get out town now 
Bm               A       Bm           D         G         D            G 
If you want me to boil it down, all you cynical bastards, move a little faster 

Break 
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Bm G F#m G 

Verse 
                 D           Em           D 
Some people can't shake the weight of the past 
Em            D              A 
Some people's hearts remain at half-mast  
Em        D            Em             D 
It's downtown where it all intersects 
Em                 D                       
Some came from the mountains 
A 
College kids from the west 
Em           D  
And not every suit lies right through their teeth 
Em               D                           A 
There's good and there's bad, and then there's some in between 
Em          D             Em             D 
As I wait for the bus coming from the east 
Em           D                       A 
There's generations of pride and elbow grease 



[Refrão]

D                A       Bm           D         G         D            G 
If you want me to boil it down, all you cynical bastards, get out town now 
Bm               A       Bm           D         G         D            G 
If you want me to boil it down, all you cynical bastards, move a little faster 

Break 
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Bm G Bm G 
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Em D C#m Bm  
A  


Verse 
Em         D         Em           D 
I understand if it's all a bit much 
Em               D                 A 
It's a bit of a circus; it's a little bit rough 
Em          D        Em             D 
I heard this place was run by the mob 
Em           D                  A 
Buying everyone off down at city hall 
Em        D              Em                 D 
Those Oakville moms, they stick up their nose 
Em            D                     A 
Those Burlington dads keep their daughters at home 
Em        D           Em             D 
If you're the kind with nothing to say 
Em             D                            A 
You heard about this party, but you're praying for rain, what? 



[Refrão]

D                A       Bm           D         G         D            G 
If you want me to boil it down, all you cynical bastards, get out town now 
Bm               A       Bm           D         G         D            G 
If you want me to boil it down, all you cynical bastards, move a little faster