Does Your Face Hurt No Cause Its Killing Me

Bm G Bm G Bm Take a look at your haircut, you're killing me G Take a look at your glasses, you're killing me Bm Placement of the piercings, you're killing me G Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight Bm Take a look at your ripped jeans, you're killing me G Take a look at your Converse, you're killing me Bm Get a shirt that fits you, you're killing me G Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight Bm Someone the other day was telling me about marketing G And how it's so important for a band to sell a t-shirt Bm I told him that the money goes right back into the same thing G And now we're just a breeding ground for more and more consumers Bm Sellout, shmellout, it's not about that G But all my problems seem to stem from cash Bm I got my beliefs and I don't care if they're right G But if we don't meet our quota, man, we're gonna get into another fight D Bbdim Soon we'll be in the clear when we get out of here Bm Bbdim Where style is function and our egos make us fight D Bbdim For now we'll live in fear, we're not sexy enough for this atmosphere Bm A G D Someone blow it up tonight, we'll fight, fight, fight, fight Bm Take a look at your haircut, you're killing me G Take a look at your glasses, you're killing me Bm Placement of the piercings, are you kidding me? G Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight Bm Take a look at your ripped jeans, you're killing me G Take a look at your Converse, you're killing me Bm Get a shirt that fits you, you're killing me G Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight Bm Williamsburg has got the lights down low G And a moron with a laptop is calling this poetry Bm A singer with a thrift amp - "vintage circuitry" G On the cover of Bop or Seventeen Em I'm so lonely, life is empty G Where's my coke and fucking money? Em Tonight at the bar I got a good look at the enemy G He said "I'm too fucking cool someone else can write the songs for me" D Bbdim Soon we'll be in the clear when we get out of here Bm Bbdim Where style is function and our egos make us fight D Bbdim For now we'll live in fear, we're not sexy enough for this atmosphere Bm C Someone blow it up tonight. D Please blow it up tonight. D Bb D Bb A D Bb Now we're cloning sheep D Bb A Writing garbage in their diaries D F#5 Reading their AP G And watching Fuse TV D Bb D Bb A D Bb K**l it, c'est la vie D Bb A Fashion show equals your scene D F#5 Bomb the industry, yeah G Then run away and watch the blast F#m I'm getting out so kiss my ass Em I'm going nowhere, nowhere fast Bb I'm going nowhere, nowhere fast