Verse: Em C G D I say I've got nothing to live for like Em Em C G D there's someone who does Em C G D I say I feel so betrayed like there's Em Em C G D someone that's safe to trust
C G D And I'm not for inaction, but I am for despair.
Em C G D
C G D May this resignation lead us to battle Em C against forces we know will destroy us G D before they really know we're there.
Em C G D
Em G D C I'm fighting for something between apocalypse and liberation. Em G D C I'm struggling for something between apathy and desperation. Em C G D And just because I'm an anarchist doesn't mean that I won't burn a black flag Em C G D while you're wishing for utopia, I just hope the cops don't search my paper bag.
Chorus:
Em G D C Who-o-oa. Who-o-o-o-o-o-oa. Oi! Oi! Oi! Em G D C Who-o-oa. Who-o-o-o-o-o-oa. Oi! Oi! Oi!
E G C E G C
Em C G D Em C G D
Em C G D You look out over the on-ramp and Em Em C G D all you can do is sigh. Em C G D I can see that the interstate and the litter Em Em C G D make you wanna die.
C G D Em C G D But the way that the morning sun hits the gasoline rising over concrete; C G D well it just seems so beautiful to me. Yeah!
Em C G D Em C G D
Em G D C You're fighting for a globe covered again in fields and forests. Em G D C I'm thinking of a world without bricks and it just seems so boring. Em C G D But keep your thumb out and we'll make Burlington by 7:30. Em C G D You wish the world was clean but I'm in love with the way it's dirty.
Em G D C Who-o-oa. Who-o-o-o-o-o-oa. Oi! Oi! Oi! Em G D C Who-o-oa. Who-o-o-o-o-o-oa. Oi! Oi! Oi!
E G C E G C
Em C G D Em C G D
Em C G D He listens to a traffic report Em Em C G D about the jam on the way to the city. Em C G D And it's only a couple of exits Em Em C G D C but it seems like a million miles to Philly. G D But I know that we'll make it Em C G D to the punk house somehow. C G D And I know when we walk in the door Em C G D it will be about Em G D C who can talk feminism the best to get into girls pants, Em G D C and who can quote Emma Goldman the most without having to dance. Em C G D And singing those stupid protest songs. Em C G D He says that music can change the world, but with lyrics like that, I'm so glad hes wrong.
Em G D C Who-o-oa. Who-o-o-o-o-o-oa. Oi! Oi! Oi! Em G D C Who-o-oa. Who-o-o-o-o-o-oa. Oi! Oi! Oi!