Punk

Intro 
C   Bb 
C   Bb 
C   Bb 
C   Bb 
C   Bb 
C   Bb 



[Verso 1]
 
C       Bb 
Wake up quick 
C         Bb            C 
And I got ringing in my ears 
     Bb             F 
As I fall back into bed 
C         Bb 
Sun in my eyes 
C    Bb               C 
Sit around as the day flies 
      Bb           F 
I got aching in my soul 
 


[Refrão]
 
    N.C.            C         
And I'm dragging my feet, oh no 
Bb         F          C        
  Spinning out of control, oh no 
Bb            F 
 I don't know what to say 
C   
Whoa 
Bb F 
Whoa 
C   
Whoa 
Bb F 
Whoa  

{Break} 
C   Bb 
C   Bb 
C   Bb 
C   {Bb} 



[Verso 2]
 
C            Bb 
The day goes on 
C        Bb              C 
 And I'm bored out of my mind 
         Bb            F 
Gotta go crazy to stay calm 
C         Bb 
Just as I thought 
C        Bb             C 
 I'm overwhelmed and distraught 
    Bb            F 
And living like a fraud 
 


[Refrão]
 
    N.C.            C         
And I'm dragging my feet, oh no 
Bb         F          C        
  Spinning out of control, oh no 
Bb            F 
 I don't know what to say 
C   
Whoa 
Bb F 
Whoa 
C   
Whoa 
Bb F  C  C 
Whoa 
 


[Ponte]
 
C      F 
You're running 
C      F 
You're running 
C      F              G 
You're running out of time 
       G 
Out of time, Ah!  


{Solo} 
C  C  C 
Bb  C   Bb  C 
C    Bb  F 
G# G F# F 
C    Bb  F 
C    Bb  F 
C (Drum solo) 
Am (Drum Solo) C (Drum solo) 
Am (Drum Solo) C   C  C  C 


Outro 
C          Bb 
Apathy's a sick machine 
     C                 Bb 
When you're waiting on everything 
     C                  Bb 
Your brain is numb, you never learn 
C                Bb 
You just sit and let it burn 
    C                   Bb 
Oh, light the spark and fan the flame 
       C              Bb 
'Cause everything's a losing game 
C                     Bb 
One foot stands tall, strong, and brave 
      C              Bb       C C C 
While one foot sinks into the grave 

C                  
And you think you lost the war (whoa) 
     Bb                   F 
Your stomach's sick, your back is sore (whoa) 
C                     
Pulling strings just to get by (whoa) 
    Bb             F 
You never stop and wonder why (whoa) 
    C                     
The world has turned its back on you (whoa) 
      Bb                   F 
Which now has changed your point of view (whoa) 
C                 
Stuck in useless repetition (whoa) 
Bb            F 
Living off of contradiction (whoa) 
C   
Whoa 
Bb F 
Whoa 
C  C  C  C