Tom: E
Introdução: Em Am D G
Em Am
I was born without a name
D
A soldier for
G
The streets they say
Em
This kid's on a mission
Am D
Running high on fame of the guillotine
G Am
No roots to find and no one to miss him
Em
My head is like a flame
G Em
Well we all get strange
B
And we know it
C G
But we're cool with it
Em
And we all get a little bit older
B
In this day and age
C
But we deal with it
Am D
Shaking with a fire burning deep inside
G Em
Still the politicians they never listen
Am
Blood money was a sound
D
I didn't care to hear
G Am
Of which the politicians they only listen
Em Am
My head is like a flame
Em G
And my eyes were red
Em
Well we all get strange
B
And we know it
C G
But we're cool with it
Em
And we all get a little bit older
B
In this day and age
C G
But we deal with it
Em
My head was like a flame
B C
It was burning up, burning up
G
It was burning up
Em
My head was like a flame
B C
It was burning up, burning up
It was burning up
Em Am D
I became a child of the universe
G Am
Reborn into this galactic prism
Em Am
My head was like a flame
Em
Ah, my eyes were red
G Em
Well we all get strange
B
And we know it
C G
But we're cool with it
Em
And we all get a little bit older
B
In this day and age
C G
But we deal with it
Em
My head was like a flame
B C
It was burning up, burning up
G
It was burning up
Em
My head was like a flame
B C
It was burning up, burning up
It was burning up