Em A Em A
Everywhere I go everything's plastic
Em A Em A
Everywhere I turn it's all the same
Em A Em A
I'm makin' my way through the smoke and the ashes
Em A Em A
It's out of the fire and into the flame
C G
Give me something that is real
C G
Give me something I can taste
C G
Show me someone who can feel
A D
I'm sick and tired of this place
A C
But everybody must get paid
G C
Give me something handmade
G C
Handmade
Em A Em A
Have we lost our style in the face of fashion?
Em A Em A
Have we lost the need and the will to care?
Em A Em A
Something's gone nobody's asking
Em A Em A
Seems the more I look it's nowhere
C G
Give me something that is real
C G
Give me something I can taste
C G
Show me someone who can feel
A D
I'm sick and tired of this place
A C
But everybody must get paid
G C
Give me something handmade
G C
Handmade
Em A Em A
These are the days of concrete and steel
Em A Em A
This is the circus with the dancing clown
Em A Em A
Hear the thundering roar roll over the border
Em A Em A
These are the days when it all comes down
C G
Give me something that is real
C G
Give me something I can taste
C G
Show me someone who can feel
A D
I'm sick and tired of this place
A C
But everybody must get paid
G C
Give me something handmade
G C
Handmade
G C
Give me something handmade
G C
Handmade