Tom: E
E
G#
We want a band that play loud and hard every night.
A
That doesn't care how many people are counted at the door.
E
That would travel one million miles and ask for nothing but plate of food
and place to rest.
E
They'd strike chords that cut like a knife.
G#
It would mean so much more than a t-shirt or a ticket stub,
A
they would stop nothing short of a massacre.
E
Everyone would leave with the memory that there was no place else in the
world and this was where they always belonged.
E
G#
A
E
Whoa Wha-ho Wha-ho Wha-ho
F#
A
E
We would dance like no one was watching, with one fist in the air.
F#
A
E
Our arenas just basements and bookstores across an underground America.
With this fire we could learn. With this fire we could
E
We want a scene where the music is free,
G#
and the beer is not the life of the party.
A
E
There's no need to shittalk or impress cause honesty and emotion are not
looked down upon.
E
G#
And every promise that's made and bragged would be meant if not kept.
A
We'd do it all because we have to not because we know why.
E
Beyond a gender race and class we could find what really holds us back.
Whoas (same progression)
F#
A
E
Let's make everybody sing that they are the beginning and ending of
everything.
F#
A
That we are all stronger than everything they taught us that we should fear.
End with E on "fear"