Ever since I was young I wanted people to hear what I sung So they could see just how my mind unfurled But I am not profound There are better poets around Who can change the way you think about the world Everything I say comes out hollow And those whose footsteps I follow Are simply superior to me. Yeah it really gets me down When they are gold and I am brown What's the point in making anything? Everything I could ever want to write about has been done before By someone far more talented and insightful than I am. But that can't stop me from creating anthems of mediocrity. I'm like Robin to someone's Batman Every single time I write a song I wonder if I come across wrong And sound like I'm doing nothing but crying And I try to immitate The idols on whom I fixate But everytime what I create's so unsatisfying So I'll scrap a song, scrab an album Hey, maybe I should write a ballad, After all, if it's what the people want... When I am on stage I'm overcome by artistic rage But after the show I act so nonchalant Everything I could ever want to write about has been done before By someone far more talented and insightful than I am. But that can't stop me from creating anthems of mediocrity. I'm like a Robin to someone's Batman Even if I come up with something that I think is alright The day will come when it is nothing but an empty lie. Nothing that I say will stay true forevermore And even if I could, I'm sure it's something I'd be sorry for. So I'll stay hidden in The shadows of the greats Because I can't even begin To make a single thing that could ever equate. Everything I could ever want to write about has been done before By someone far more talented and insightful than I am. But that can't stop me from creating anthems of mediocrity. I'm like a Robin to someone's Batman Chords: Intro: C G D (Em) F Verse: C G D F Chorus: C G Am C G D C G F Bridge: Am G F

Well I’m afraid to go outside alone at night, Because although I enjoy a mosh pit, I would die in a fight. And in my mind every shadow hides a person waiting to jump me So I stay inside. And refuse to leave the comfort of my Insecurities, and all of my fears. I may preach positivity but I fall asleep in tears. I am small and I am weak and I am sad and I’m afraid, on the inside. But to everybody else I look like A mess. You got mugged walking to the parking lot You shoved a blade into his shoulder, let him bleed on the sidewalk. I’d like to think if I were there I would’ve done the same but if I’m being Honest with myself I would have let him Take the six dollars that I hold to my name Because being broke is preferable to the nerve searing pain I carry a knife everywhere I go, but I will never use it It’s more for intimidation, I’m really quite The pacifist. So go ahead and rob me, it won’t be hard Hell, if you need what I’ve got that bad I’ll give it free of charge The only way that we can show we don’t need the police Is to treat each other as if we were Human beings, with the same exact needs So I’ll help you if you agree to do the same for me This paper that we trade it has to intrinsic worth. It's just a way for the ruling class to keep us down. Chords: (C G F) x3 C G Am G

So you wanna make something cool? Something no ones ever seen before? Well suck it up kid, because you're doomed to fail and end up working in a convenience store Just find a big audience, and give them what they want. More of the same is sure to make them happy, don't even worry about being caught, because Originality doesn't pay So I'll just copy other artists That's all people want to hear anyway. So take a lyric from here And a melody from there, Throw them together No one really cares. They'd all just rather stay In their shells and listen to something familiar, than hear what you have to say. Just give up. Don't try anything experimental It'll just make everyone uncomfortable And really fucking temperamental. Originality doesn't pay So I'll just copy other artists That's all people want to hear anyway. So take a lyric from here And a melody from there, Throw them together No one really cares. Yeah, all that bullshit about it coming from the heart, Is just that. Because music isn't about art, It's about making fucktons of money. Made up by people who just couldn't make it. Originality doesn't pay So I'll just copy other artists That's all people want to hear anyway. So take a lyric from here And a melody from there, Throw them together No one really cares. Chords: Capo 3 Intro/Verse D A G Chorus D Bm A G Bridge D A G

Hey kid, do you wanna overthrow the establishment? Well have I got a deal for you! There’s people just like me, who think the world should be ruled by anarchy. Yeah it’s the trendy thing to do. And we say all cops are bastards Every single one of us screams there are no gods no masters Because punk is about not giving a fuck Unless somebody says you’re not punk enough Then you’re honor bound to prove them wrong Buttons and patches on your vest A stick and poke across your chest All to show how unique you are. Now you’ve gotta find a sub-genre to define your state of mind. Cause everybody’s got a crew You won’t make it on your own, your refusal to fit in will be your gravestone Just stick to the tried and true You can be hardcore or straightedge If you meet somebody different don’t forget to condescend Because punk is about not giving a fuck Unless somebody says you’re not punk enough Then you’re honor bound to prove them wrong Buttons and patches on your vest A stick and poke across your chest All to show how unique you are. Nobody cares about your dreams Yeah you cannot change the world None of us will ever amount to anything We fool our ourselves into thinking That we’re starting a revolution Really we’ve had too much to drink Chords: Capo 3 Intro: G B7 C G D C G B7 C A Verse: G D A C G D C Chorus: G D C x2 G D B7 C G D C Bridge: Em G D A

They say high school is the best time of our lives But I have spent the past four years thinking of just how exactly I Could get out of doing anything exceptional So rather than loving everything, I find it all regrettable. I never did anything to set myself apart Inhibitions and excuses were by bodyguards If I could do it all again I would not have backed myself right into this corner, right into this pen. I should've joined the football team But the other kids would have killed me And I should've started taking art But I can hardly draw a pie chart I should've tried out for a play I say all this to my dismay Yeah I should've done so much more But as it stands, high school was a bore Well my freshman year I did, Actually how about we skip ahead a little bit Straight to my sophomore year where I definitely did much more Actually you could call me an activity conquistador. Yes I did so many things So many things I wrote a song about them, just had to sing. Oh, you want to know just what they were? Hang on a sec, I just remembered, yo no hablo ingles monsieur. I should've joined the football team But the other kids would have killed me And I should've started taking art But I can hardly draw a pie chart I should've tried out for a play I say all this to my dismay Yeah I should've done so much more But as it stands, high school was a bore When I was a junior well I sang for some people I guess I still did nothing nonetheless Now I am a senior standing here I guess getting involved will have to wait until I go to college next year I should've joined the football team But the other kids would have killed me And I should've started taking art But I can hardly draw a pie chart I should've tried out for a play I say all this to my dismay Yeah I should've done so much more But as it stands, high school was a bore High school was a bore And I'm done with it. Chords: It's all power chords woo. Intro/Verse: (E Bno5 A C# B A) x2 (C# B A E Bno5 A) x2 Chorus: E A C# A

Well, we all want to have a meaning. Everyone want to think that there's something they were meant to do. But that just simply cannot be the case, Give it a few hundred years and no one will remember you. We can't all be winners, Someone after all has to man the local Starbucks And they'll always think that they were just dealt a bum hand, That their life above all others, really just sucks. Well, let me tell you something. You are not special. You are just a thing in this very big and terrifying world. And you, just like me will die and fade away. There is no greater plan waiting to be unfurled. We are alone, we are alone, we are alone, we are alone, Oh yes, all together we are all alone. And come that completely mundane day When you breathe your last and become nothing but a pile biomass, No one is going to appear and carry you away, To think that you deserve that would make you a narcisist jackass. Because in the grand scheme of things, there is no grand scheme. You can argue all you want, but who are you to know the truth? All our other explanations all depend upon A grand being who was thought up back before science was even in its youth. And just in case you need reminding, You are not special. You are just a thing in this very big and terrifying world. And you, just like me will die and fade away. There is no greater plan waiting to be unfurled. We are alone, we are alone, we are alone, we are alone, Oh yes, all together we are all alone. Well call me a pessimist, call me depressing, call me something worse, But in my insignificance, I will find comfort. Because at least I know there are no shoes I need to fill, I need not worry what my mark will be upon the world. And all of this is based on the fact, that at the end of the day, no matter what you say I am not special. I am just a thing in this very big and terrifying world. And I, just like you will die and fade away. There is no greater plan waiting to be unfurled. We are alone, we are alone, we are alone, we are alone, Oh yes, all together we are all alone. No one is watching us, do what you like. Just remember that this life is all you've got. So if you mess it up, well sorry son, you're fucked. I really hope that high was worth ODing in a parking lot. I'd say I'll see you again sometime, but that's simply not true, The world keeps chugging on, regardless whether it's with or without you. Chords: Intro: E B A Cm A Verse: E B A PreChorus: Cm B A Chorus: E Cm B A More-us: E B Cm A Bridge: E B Cm A Outro: E B A

When I’m walking down the street, and a stranger passes by My brain takes a back seat to thoughts impossible to justify The sun has gone down and there is no one else in sight Nobody would notice if I made this man… die. I could take his head and slam straight down to the pavement Or pull out my knife, slide it between his ribs, send him to the grave and If I’m careful, take my time and just be patient I could get away with this completely free form of entertainment I just wanna kill people and run from the police Yeah, who gives a shit about sanity? Everybody dies sometime, so why’s it matter when? Don’t look at me like I’m the enemy. Snap back into control, oh god what am I thinking? Is the difference between me and Charles Manson really shrinking? If I’m a crazed psychopath, murderous rage on the brink, then Why am I afraid if a man in the same room as me so much as blinks? Wouldn’t it be so much easier to take that man and rip his throat out? It’d be the end for him if I laced his coffee with arsenic, there is no doubt. If I put a bullet in his head, I wouldn’t see what the fuss was about Why don’t I go ahead and take the quickest and the most direct route I just wanna kill people and run from the police Yeah, who gives a shit about sanity? Everybody dies sometime, so why’s it matter when? Don’t look at me like I’m the enemy. Drown em, burn em, shoot em, gut em, Stab em, break em, skinned em, ate em Starve em, gas em, bomb em, crush em What the fuck, decapitate em Slam em, kick em, choke em, spear em Gore em, rip em, split em, hang em Grab em, twist em, snap em, frame em I wanna kill people, I don’t care who made em I just wanna kill people and run from the police Yeah, who gives a shit about sanity? Everybody dies sometime, so why’s it matter when? Don’t look at me like I’m the enemy. Chords: Capo 5 Intro/Verse/Bridge: G D Em C Chorus: G B7 C

Well if the only reason that I'm here is to work until I die, Can you really ever say that I was alive? Because where's the payoff in getting a paycheck, By throwing away my nine to five? But who am I to call it a waste, after all I never leave my bed until 2 in the afternoon. That's a lot of hours to be spending passed out For someone who lives as sober as I do. I'm not completely sure if I live in a world worth fighting for But I know it's the only one I'll get And as long as I am stuck here I guess it can't hurt to try To make this place a better one before I'm dead I have such a hard time, telling myself it's gonna be alright When people are killed for who they choose to fall asleep with at night. It makes me wonder should I walk to the other side of the bridge or Should I simply end the nightmare and dive into the freezing river. Because at least when there's nothing there are no racists or homophobes. So maybe the cure to bigotry is a bullet through the frontal lobe. I may be angry about a lot, but I have no solutions, That will get us any closer to a world that's free of all our evil institutions. I'm not completely sure if I live in a world worth fighting for But I know it's the only one I'll get And as long as I am stuck here I guess it can't hurt to try To make this place a better one before I'm dead Chords: Capo 2 Intro: D A Bm F#m G D A G Verse: D A Bm G Chorus: Bm G D A End on D

They say that being a musician Makes it easy to get women But I am walking proof That saying is fucking bullshit I had a girl in my bed once, I went into tremors, She got up and walked away. So much for that one. I fall asleep alone Every night. Yeah I'm the king of virgins And that's alright. Who needs a girlfriend When you've got Netflix, And world of Warcraft? Yeah I'm not impressive I don't drive, I'm out of shape And I'm not in a band. So that leaves me with the choice Of my left or right hand. At least I've got no self esteem, So if you want to get back at your exboyfriend, You could pretend to go out with me. I fall asleep alone Every night. Yeah I'm the king of virgins And that's alright. Who needs a girlfriend When you've got Netflix, And world of Warcraft? At least I have friends online, To fool me into thinging I'm popular At least some of the time. Yeah the Internet can provide All the sexual satisfaction I'll ever need And because it's not alive, I'll never have to give it anything. Ever. Chords: Verse/Bridge: G Bm C Chorus G D C

College kids around the country Say that for their hard earned money They should at least feel safe in the place they live But seventy years ago Eighteen year olds stood, exposed So bold, so brave, and with their lives to give. We’ll pack you up and ship you out, Overseas there’ll be no doubt You’ll toughen up and start to learn your place. You will scream and you will cry You will see your best friends die But don’t you know going to war is great Cause education so it seems Takes a back seat to killing human beings That don’t blindly support a scrap of fabric So if you want to make something of yourself Without having been born into wealth Just shoot our enemies with your automatic We’ll pack you up and ship you out, Overseas there’ll be no doubt You’ll toughen up and start to learn your place. You will scream and you will cry You will see your best friends die But don’t you know going to war is great Chords: Intro/Verse: D A G A Chorus: D A G A D A F#m G