C        G            Dm                       F
 I'm not working on a list of who's naughty or nice
         C                  G                  Dm                               F
The revolution, or the insurrection, or the collapse, or whatever you call it, isn't Santa Claus. 
C           G                       Dm                 F                  C
 There's no gifts stackin' up for the righteous, and the wicked have enough coal. 
          G               Dm                        F
Hell, it's making them rich! Where the fuck have you been? 

C          G                Dm               F              C                       
 And I don't come to speak in terms of effectiveness or efficiency,
     G                    Dm                 F
Any goals worth having no one is sure how to achieve. 
C                   G                 Dm               F
 There's not enough windows in the world to smash to change the world 
    C                   G                  Dm                 F
But maybe one would be just enough to take back a little dignity. 

[Chorus]
        C                   Dm   F
I don't know, hell I don't know, how to do this right. 
C                           G                   Am                 F
 I'll turn thirty snapping strings like I've never held a guitar in my life. 
        C                Dm    F
I don't know, no I don't know, if it's wrong or right, 
C                     G          Am                      F
 I could leave behind everyone I loved to just drive all night. 
 
[Instrumental]
C  Dm F x2

[Verse]
C         G               Dm                  F                C
  And I stayed awake all night listing every single mess we're in. 
            G                               Dm                F
Sometimes I can't see a damn thing in this world but a razor wire, 
C         G                 Dm                F
  And if singing changed a thing they'd make it illegal. 
C                  G              Dm            F
 Sometimes I don't want to breathe anything but fire. 

C   G               Dm               F
 Anyone can break a window, can you replace one? 
C                 G                   Dm    F
 Motherfucker, I'm not all talk, just 95 percent. 
C                     G                  Dm                    F
 There's not enough spray paint in the world to list all our grievances. 
C            G                     Dm              F
Maybe I can write just one on the walk to pay the rent. 

[Chorus]
        C                Dm    F
I don't know, no I don't know, how to do this right. 
C                               G                    Am                F
 I'll turn thirty snapping the strings like I never held a guitar in my life. 
        C                Dm    F
I don't know, no I don't know, if it's wrong or right, 
C                     G            Am                      F
 I could leave behind everything I know and just drive all night.