A          E        A
You’ve got squatter envy
       D          A         E
As the hours drag on like a day
    D         E                A             D
The desire to toss the banker, landlord, and boss
       D                E         A
It was brimming but you pissed it away

[Interlude]
A A G D
A A G D

[Verse 1]
       A                      G
Better put down the irons and woods
          D            A     G   D
There are chains to be cut
           A                                  G
I say it’s time for you to find out what it’s really like
    D         A       G
To hit in the rough
D             A                         G          D
Come on, your posh garden parties ain’t foolin’ no one
       A
As you flash your cash clips out
     G            D
They must weigh a ton
    A                               G       D
I’m tellin’ you, your life would be so much better
   E
If you just fucked it up


[Chorus]
A          E        A
You’ve got squatter envy
       D          A         E
As the hours drag on like a day
    D         E                A             D
The desire to toss the banker, landlord, and boss
       D                E         A
It was brimming but you pissed it away

[Interlude]
A A G D
A A G D

[Verse 2]
A                              G
Here’s your new church, blood, body
   D       A        G   D
No god, no priest
          A
Cause you can’t get to heaven
        G                D           A     G   D
Bustin’ unions, spillin’ jobs in the sea
        A                         G          D
Let the Ash n’ Palm robber barons send their amens
        A                          G           D
Then go back to their bunkers, food rotting in bins
         A                              G
Hate the kids, crash the cars, send the checks in
D       E
Sweetly singing, “Kill me please.”


[Chorus]
A          E        A
You’ve got squatter envy
       D          A         E
As the hours drag on like a day
    D         E                A             D
The desire to toss the banker, landlord, and boss
       D                E         F#
It was brimming but you pissed it away

[Bridge]
        D
Rich is poor
        A
Poor is rich
      G#
I say bullshit
E       F#
Gold is grime
                 D
Hey, that’s just fine
             B                  E
Cause I want yours and you want mine

[Interlude]
A A G D
A A G D

[Verse 3]
    A                      G           D         A     G   D
Now gather around, I got a far-fetched story to spin
         A                         G            D             A
Where we sling, swing, drive, dig, cook, clean, teach for the life you live in
          A                           G         D
And we’ll take the hard knocks if the wages are right
           A                              G          D
But you’ve shown time and time again, you can’t play nice
  A                                   G
I hope the ropes and pistols send you packin’
        D         E
On the great junk train to paradise


[Chorus]
A          E        A
You’ve got squatter envy
       D          A         E
As the hours drag on like a day
    D         E                A             D
The desire to toss the banker, landlord, and boss
       D                E         A
It was brimming but you pissed it away
       D                E         A
It was brimming but you pissed it away
       D                E         F#
It was brimming but you pissed it away
       D                E         A
It was brimming but you pissed it away