[Verso 1]

 
F#                        B              F#              B 
We were raised to be just what we are in case you didn't know 
     F#                 B                   C#             B 
If I offered up to you some proof would you let your anger show 
             F#               B                  F#          B 
Or would you let your mind to sleep kept warm by simple novelties 
  F#             B               C# 
A history that's really not your own 
   F#                          C# 
Is freedom just a privilege of hatred guaranteed 



[Pré-Refrão]

   F#                                  B 
Is compassion just a second thought of hope brought to it's knees 
   F#                                           B       G#m      A# 
Can dignity see fit to work past all it doesn't want to see? 


[Refrão]


B              C#         F# 
Seven guns for degradation 
B                C#             F# 
Three cheers for cruel tradition 
B              C#          F#      B  C# 
Red, white and black eyes forever 



[Verso 2]

F#                 B 
Somewhere south of respect tonight 
F#                        B 
This tension's wrapped up nice and tight 
F#                    B             C# 
The static's felt but never makes a sound 
F#                  B 
A man finds nothing left to eat 
    F#             B 
And sells his body on the cheap 
   F#               B                   C# 
As klansmen flood a conference hall downtown 


 
[Pré-Refrão]

     F#                        C# 
This T.V. has the answers, let fashion have your eyes 
      A#                           B 
This job is your achievement, this bible your pride 
     F#                         B                           G#m     A# 
Can dignity see fit to try and fix what it knows fear can't hide 




[Refrão]

B              C#          F# 
Seven guns for degradation 
B                C#             F# 
Three cheers for cruel tradition 
B              C#         F#      B  C# 
Red, white and black eyes forever 



[Ponte]


  D#m         B      F#              B                C#          D#m 
I think of a story my father told me about a fella he knew in the army 
  D#m         B                    F#       C# 
The pentagon traded him checks for both his legs 
          B                          C#                      F# 
"Fuck the States" was the last thing father heard he had said 
D#m        B              F# 
Still it's said that this war was won 
        B                         C#                      D#m 
Well, I refuse to be just another dead nation's bastard son 

C# B F# B C# 


Outro 
F# 
I have eyes that see, I have a mind that thinks 
         A#                B 
I have a mouth that speaks and god damn it will 
A#                          B 
Beacause I've had enough of all this shit about 
C# 
"making do" "Playing ball" "the way things are" and "dealing with it" 
F#             C#           F#               B 
Mixing pop and politics, he asks me what the use is 
         F#         B 
I'm not into making excuses 
        C#             B                F# 
And I'll die the day I find I'm fucking useless