Chords
What You Will

Key: C

Introduction: C    C/B    Am    F    G    

     C  
I had a friend who had to vent
             C/B  
On a time that left him quite verklempt
Am  
I asked exactly what he meant
  C  
"I'm just a boy with a broken dream
          C/B  
And a chemical dependency
                  Am  
That's eating up what's left of me
                F                                 G  
While they say plan ahead"
        Am                                         C/B  
He asked his father "what's the point?
          F                                         G  
The future ain't too bright."
        F                                              G  
"I think you might be right"
                             C                                      G  
Cause your generation's on medication
C                         G  
Blinded by inebriation
C                                      G  
Wallowing in procrastination
C                                         G  
Frankly bored of education
C                                      G  
Live in fear of foreign nations
C                      G  
Nuclear annihilation
C                                         G  
Searching for an explanation
C                                         G                            F                                         G  
While I have the realization that it's all my fault
                                C  
And such is life
     C  
I held a girl for a bit of a while
                C/B  
In an age where a smile was out of style
          Am  
She made denial seem worth while
     F                                         G  
I never quite knew how
          C  
She had a voice and a wish for fame
          C/B  
And claimed the world would know here name
     Am  
I told her I once felt the same
          F                                      G  
But look where I am now
        Am                                            C/B  
So darling, keep your head on straight
          F                              G  
The vision won't pan out
                Am                              C/B  
She'd say "I always get my way and
F                              G  
You can just get out!"
                  C                                                              G  
So she worked real hard and she danced away
          C                                                         G  
But she put a play for her mirror all day
                     C                                              G  
And the years went by, she turned 28
C                                                 G  
Over the hill and a little too late
             C                                 G  
With deteriorating mental health
          C                                                                    G  
The president's dead cause she proved herself
          C                                         G  
And though you never heard her sing
                C                                         G  
She's on magazines and TV screens
                          C                                                    G  
While she sits and smiles in a prison cell
                          C                                                 G  
Where she hung herself with a studded belt
          F                                      G  
She went out like a star
                                C  
And such is life
     C  
I knew a fella so tried and true
                  C/B  
He's a lot like me and a bit like you
          Am  
Who struggled through what bound him to
     F                                 G  
A social web of lies
        C  
He saw the things he chose to see
     C/B  
Inside a world of fantasy
          Am  
And never fit too comfortably
        F                      G  
In anybody's eyes
             Am                                    C/B  
But, when the system pulled his card
          F                                                      G  
And said, "You turned out right"
        Am                                      C/B  
We fed you fear for 18 years
F                                      G  
Preparing for a fight
          C                                         G                            C                                         G  
So, son get off that unicorn and come try on this uniform
C                                                            G  
Red, white, blue, and a silver gun
                          C                                                         G                                      C                                              G  
Though he never laid a finger on anyone, he just sang his songs and had his fun
                  C                                    G  
On the battlefield he met his end
                     C                                         G  
When he took a bullet to save his friend
          C                                         G  
His mom got word the other day
             C                                              G  
In a letter that read, "Thanks anyway"
          F                                              G                                              C  
But that's how freedom rings. And such is life
                 G  C  
        C  
My thought on everybody else
                C/B  
Would lead me back to view myself
          Am  
And take the sorrow that I felt
        F                                      G  
To build a case-in-point
        C  
My home sweet home of lemon drops
                C/B  
Where dinner's served on counter tops
          Am  
The healthy family unit stops
             F                 G  
When parents disappoint
          Am                                                 C/B                              F                      G  
The stranger's hand that feeds you is a jackal in disguise
             Am                                    C/B                         F                         G  
That sends us poison arrows from apocalyptic skies
                          C                                                      G  
There's a fallout child with an empty face
                  C                                              G  
Who'll finish last in the human race
             C                                                            G  
In a vegetative state at his parents' place
        C                                                              G  
An ashamed disgraced who's afraid to age
          C                                      G  
His rage enslaves a caged white dove
                C                                                 G  
Who's raised on drugs and selfish love
          C                              G                                      C                                      G  
The product of a time defined by me, myself, and I combined
                  C                                            G  
With a slow decline on a string of pills
                          C                                                                    G  
While the world keeps turning, we're standing still
          F                                    G  
And growing up all wrong
          F                                            G  
The sandbox lines are drawn
          F                                              G  
The backward beat goes on
                                C  
And such is life
Outro
    G  C