Fuck You World
- Rare Americans
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Verse 1
C
I was an everyday ordinary golden little girl
G
And our parents sleep in separate beds
Am
Church on Sunday, world, two older sisters, natural smile, and a curious eye
F
Got started early I got knocked up in junior high
C
Wasn't ready, my dad would have disowned me
G
Wasn't steady, boy you ran you could have phoned me
Am
Had to hide, I didn't think I had a choice
F
Totally bombarded by every inner voice
C
I was hesitant, reticent, cherry flavoured medicine
G
Hated on, degraded on, judged, spit, and shaded on
Am
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
F F F F F
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah!
C G
Everyone is looking to everyone else
Am F
And nobody's doin' anything
Chorus
C G Am F
F**k you world!
C G C G G
I'm not gonna let you get me! (get me!)
C G Am F
I'm not gonna let you get me!
C G C G C
I'm not gonna let you get me!
Verse 2
Am G F C
I sit down, relax, and take flight
Am G F C
Notice a guy in front of me, he's kind of up tight
Am G F C
We land, he cuts me off in the aisle
Am G C
"What the f**k is your problem, man, would it k**l you to smile?"
Am G F
I'm thinking 'what an asshole', than he says to the steward
C Am G F
"Hi, I need to find my connection, it is tight and I
Am G F G
Need to make it back home, my dad has suddenly died"
Am G F
Kick myself and tell my son, this is exactly why
C G
Everyone is looking to everyone else
Am F
And nobody's doin' anything
C G
Everyone is looking to everyone else
Am F
And nobody's doin' anything
Chorus
C G Am F
F**k you world!
C G C G G
I'm not gonna let you get me! (get me!)
C G Am F
I'm not gonna let you get me!
C G C G C
I'm not gonna let you get me!
Verse 3
Am G F G
To a man with a hammer, everything looks like a nail
Am G F
We're so quick to judge, just step on a tail
Am G F C
Arm chair Q-B's, bad case of "who, me?"s
Am G F
Bed on our backs, allergic to facts
Am G F C
We got followers, hungry quotes, knifes and ants cuttin' throats
Am G F
Trollin' around looking for faults
Am G F C
Searching for the wounded, we are bags of salt
Am G F
Everybody's got a megaphone, man
Am G F C
Everybody's got a bunker, her head is in our hands
Am G C
We just got to dunk her
Pre-Chorus
C G Am F
F**k you world
C G C
I'm not gonna let you get me
Chorus
C G Am F
F**k you world!
C G Am G G
I'm not gonna let you get me! (get me!)
C G Am F
I'm not gonna let you get me!
C G C G C
I'm not gonna let you get me!
C G Am F
F**k you world!
C G Am G G
I'm not gonna let you get me! (get me!)
C G Am F
I'm not gonna let you get me!
C G C
I'm not gonna let you get me!











