Chords
The Great American Going Out Of Business Sale

Key: F

Introduction:

difficulty
very easy |||||
F#                                                              B                                    F#                                    B  
We were raised to be just what we are in case you didn't know
             F#                                            B                                                 C#                                 B  
If I offered up to you some proof would you let your anger show
                                  F#                                      B                                              F#                         B  
Or would you let your mind to sleep kept warm by simple novelties
     F#                                 B                                      C#  
A history that's really not your own
        F#                                                                    C#  
Is freedom just a privilege of hatred guaranteed
Pre-Chorus
        F#                                                                                         B  
Is compassion just a second thought of hope brought to it's knees
        F#                                                                                                                 B                 G#m              A#  
Can dignity see fit to work past all it doesn't want to see?
B                                    C#                      F#  
Seven guns for degradation
B                                         C#                                 F#  
Three cheers for cruel tradition
B                                    C#                         F#              B    C#  
Red, white and black eyes forever
F#                                            B  
Somewhere south of respect tonight
F#                                                              B  
This tension's wrapped up nice and tight
F#                                                    B                                 C#  
The static's felt but never makes a sound
F#                                              B  
A man finds nothing left to eat
          F#                                 B  
And sells his body on the cheap
        F#                                      B                                                 C#  
As klansmen flood a conference hall downtown
  Pre-Chorus
             F#                                                              C#  
This T.V. has the answers, let fashion have your eyes
                A#                                                                      B  
This job is your achievement, this bible your pride
             F#                                                                 B                                                                      G#m            A#  
Can dignity see fit to try and fix what it knows fear can't hide
B                                    C#                         F#  
Seven guns for degradation
B                                         C#                                 F#  
Three cheers for cruel tradition
B                                    C#                      F#              B    C#  
Red, white and black eyes forever
     D#m                      B              F#                                    B                                         C#                         D#m  
I think of a story my father told me about a fella he knew in the army
     D#m                      B                                                    F#                 C#  
The pentagon traded him checks for both his legs
                          B                                                                    C#                                                         F#  
"Fuck the States" was the last thing father heard he had said
D#m                    B                                    F#  
Still it's said that this war was won
                     B                                                                 C#                                                         D#m  
Well, I refuse to be just another dead nation's bastard son
C#  B  F#  B  C#  
Outro
F#  
I have eyes that see, I have a mind that thinks
                        A#                                         B  
I have a mouth that speaks and god damn it will
A#                                                                    B  
Beacause I've had enough of all this shit about
C#  
"making do" "Playing ball" "the way things are" and "dealing with it"
F#                                 C#                            F#                                      B  
Mixing pop and politics, he asks me what the use is
                        F#                      B  
I'm not into making excuses
                     C#                                 B                                         F#  
And I'll die the day I find I'm fucking useless