Shut Up Fucked Up

Capo: 1t Am G Am G Now son the day will come when they send you to the schools Am G They gonna patronize you to conform to their rules Am G They gonna burry you and beat you and harvest what they can Am G They gonna drill into your head it's called supply and demand Am G G You just pay attention this ain't hard to get Am By the way you looking at me, you don't give a shit Am I was shut up, fucked up Am Shut up, fucked up Am Shut up, fucked up G Shit outta luck son Am G (and so on..) Am G Now son the day will come where you will feel all alone Am G Feel like they ought to burry with all the old bones Am G And when a boy feels lonely he sure feels phony Am G You's a whipped up, dried out, flea bitten pony Am G G If it's what you want I won't be the one to tell you your wrong Am Cuz I been walking that fucking road all along Am I was shut up, fucked up Am Shut up, fucked up Am Shut up, fucked up G Shit outta luck son Am G Now son you try hard enough and your licks don't get shoddy Am G You could make it to the head of the illuminati Am G But if your only strong with your head up strait Am G They gonna pour the same shit onto your plate Am G G Only a fool don't know the tyrants are hell bent Am If you paid attention for a second you'd know your futures been spent Am I was shut up, fucked up Am Shut up, fucked up Am Shut up, fucked up G Shit outta luck son