Tom: A
A G
Shut down in Austin, raided back in Cleveland
D
A gun up in our faces and they never gave a reason
A G
The writings on the wall, the politics are fake
D
It's clear to me we're livin in a POLICE STATE
[Verse]
A G
Seven beers deep and we haven't left the Heights
D
The whole citys gone corrupt, there ain't enough to make it right
A G
Wish the music would be more like the boats on the shore
D
More rust, less metal, put the pedal to the floor
F#m E
Let them crops grow deep in the pothole streets
F#m
In the Rock N' Roll city only stops on the beat
F#m E F#m
Got me paranoid, stressed, why don't you put me to the test under a streetlight
[Chorus]
A G
Drunk down in Cinci, burned out in Compton
D
God Bless America and FUCK DENNIS RODMAN
A G
The working mans imprisoned while celebrities escape
D
Oh my God its so much bigger than a POLICE STATE!
[Verse]
A G
Debbie had a job, now all she does is crack
D
She collect a welfare check and yet she drives a CADILAC
A G
Just perpetuating more of that “choosing to afford”
D
Whether rich or whether poor, sometimes its what you settle for
F#m E
But its gotta come cheap when theres just enough to eat
F#m
And the wheels of the Caddy knock holes in the street
F#m E F#m
When your making ends meet by the skin of your teeth its a hard life...
(Young James)
F#m
So where'd the cash go? I think we all know
F#m
Straight into technology tracking you on your cell phone
F#m
They'll break you down but you'll give them the tools
F#m
Now they're taxing your pay checks and taking music out of public schools!
F#m
You better keep your shoes tied tight on the east side
F#m
Smoke a blunt, take a walk, end up on a police ride
F#m
Now it might just seem like a regular day
F#m
You got your hustle on but you don't get paid
F#m
At least not enough so you better make a change
F#m
End up getting busted with your face on the front page
F#m
Now the money in your bed or in your safe
F#m
Might as well not even been there in the first place
[Chorus]
A G
Bombed out in B-More, broke down in Youngstown
D
If you ain't been listenin', let me give you the run down
A G
The prisons are for profit, its society's mistake
D
How macab, we been living in a POLICE STATE!
[Verse]
A G
Another privileged youth who somehow thought he could hang
D
He got covered in tattoos and goes and joins a biker gang
A G
When refusing to conform has become part of the norm
D
Better come original and then you might weather the storm
F#m E
But the talk comes cheap when he caught some beef
F#m
And I bet that silver spoon ain't teach the rules of the street
F#m E F#m
Hope ya got your piece when the shit gets deep think your smart right?
