Am C G Am


[Verse 1]
Am                   C
If I'm part of a new generation
G                                       Am
When should I feel like I'm holding the future?
Am                           C
When do the roads expose the horizon?
G                              Am
Instead of circles and endless U-turns?
Am                         C
Everybody I know here are worthless
G                       Am
Shaped from success and expected to fail
Am             C               G
Without a clue where the roads will take us
Am
No idea how the roads were made
Am                      C
But it takes a thief to know one
G                            Am
All I know is everybody gets robbed
Am                 C
If it's not of the things in your pocket
G                            Am
It's of the time that you're chasing a job
Am                         C
But when you got it all to begin with
G                            Am
Then how do you know when to fight?
Am                   C
And if you never get any older
G                           Am
Then how do you know you're alive?


[Chorus]
Am    C
Hoooo hoooo
G     Am
Hoooo hoooo
Am    C
Hoooo hoooo
G     Am
Hoooo hoooo

[Verse 2]
Am                        C
So we parade for the land we were promised
G                   Am
From before we were even born
Am                        C
For the movies and models in mirrors
G
And forget where we started to run
Am                   C
They tell me the sky is a limit
G                Am
But the sky is a clingy fog
Am                     C
They tell me to follow the rabbit
G
But the rabbit went ahead and got shot


[Chorus]
Am    C
Hoooo hoooo
G     Am
Hoooo hoooo
Am    C
Hoooo hoooo
G     Am
Hoooo hoooo



[Verse 3]
E|----| one strum per chord ----
Am                  C
Shot by our parents and uncles
G                  Am
Stuffed up the ass of a pig
Am                   C
Served with a pad on the shoulder
Am
And a lively, shiny grin
E|----| one strum per chord ----
Am                   C
They keep keeping up appearances
G
Like nobody told them they're old
Am            C
Like pristine figurines
G                    Am
So sanctimonious you want them to choke



[Verse 4]
Am                         C
I know that it's not their intention
G                           Am
It's just the ways of these modern times
Am                            C
They think that the road they paved us
G                      Am
Is the same that we'll walk in line
Am
So if I'm not supposed to trespass
C                     G
Then how am I to find my own way?
Am                       C
On a map that is covered in crossroads
G                  Am
And not an inch of elbow space
Am                C
So I have no clue where the roads will take me
G                     Am
No idea how the roads were made
Am
And I'm not supposed to trespass
C                      G
So how am I to find my way again?
Am                   C
They tell me the sky is the limit
G                Am
But the sky is a clingy fog
Am                        C
When if you got it all to begin with
G
Then how do you know you're enough?