(A C#m A7 D Bm G7 D A) You always wished that you were older What you had wasn’t enough You needed space to chase your dreams And all of that kind of stuff-- No matter what though we’re still subject To the whims of others, let’s just face it: it’s easier to live without a say Do you think that you’d be happy With no one else around? With nothing forcing you anywhere Except gravity to the ground? Well Death is watching you sleep With his hand stuck down his pants; If lonesome’s how you like it, c’est la vie (A B E A) Don’t give up, Gertie If you have to fight dirty It’s better than not fighting at all Don’t give up hope, It’s a slippery slope That’ll rip you up as you fall But there’s another solution That’s opposed to revolution And it’s called doin’ what you’re told Just a simple infraction to your gut reaction and consider yourself sold If you rebel against your animator And pry free from your page There’ll be no doubt to your potential Unleash your brontosaurus rage Don’t think about who holds the pens, Or pollinating pages, If you think that it’d do you good, you’d better do it If you get stuck respecting others More than you respect yourself You’ll sink deep into quicksand Before you can call for help But even if things look bad, There’s no point in giving up, Just hold your breath know how great you are (Don’t give up) (so cheer up), Gertie (If you have to) (when you gotta) fight dirty It’s better than not fighting at all (Don’t give up) (Cling hard to) hope, (It’s a slippery) (Sysiphisian) slope (That’ll) (or it’ll) rip you up as you fall (But there’s another solution) (but there’s another way) (That’s opposed to revolution) (to put a still on your sway) And it’s called doin’ what you’re told (and it’s called lobotomy) (Just a simple infraction) (just a bleak salvation) (to your gut reaction) (to prevent starvation) and consider yourself sold (and you’ll never ever really be free)

(G Em Bm D) This summer sunset silent night Anarchy makes our bliss shine bright We beam serenely at the world because No more are we subject to its laws And time and temperature disappear And, a million times, we sigh As magic whips past our ears And lifts our hair to the sky I don't wanna die.

On those summer nights I was at my height You were waiting until the time was right Thought you knew your place, though I clearly misread So I let you rent that space inside my head You lurked around until I was flat out of luck You wanted me dead; I was a sitting duck And then you hit me just below the belt You made me forget how happiness felt You learned everything I loved and you flushed it all away With your devious tactics I couldn’t keep you at bay And you made your fortress, built trenches and moats And you hijacked my voice while you were at my throat You sacked my mind with your Trojan horse You raped my brain; I couldn’t take no more You did your worst and I barely survived It was my one success that I was still alive You were pickin’ yer teeth, sayin’ “well, that’s that” And you threw me out sneering “never come back” So I wandered to the outskirts and I set up camp Where the trees stood still and the ground was damp I never shoulda taken that kind of abuse But in my weakened state, I simply couldn’t refuse But I won’t forget and I won’t forgive Don’t expect to sleep easy while I still live

You’ve been here far too long You’ve been here far too long I was weak, but now I’m strong And I’m comin’ back to right what you’ve done wrong I see your walls are crumbling down I see your walls are crumbling down You’ve lit fire to this whole damn town I’m gonna wrench open the hydrants and reclaim my crown There’s no use trying to run away There’s no use trying to run away I’m a hunter, and you’re my prey And your only camouflage is in shades of gray I’m gonna find if you run and hide I’m gonna find you if you run and hide I’m gonna beat you no matter what you try I won’t ever let you see me die When you’re caught I’m gonna kill you slow When you’re caught I’m gonna kill you slow I’ll string you up by your little toe And you’ll beg for death, and I’ll say “no” How I wish that I could hear you scream Oh, I wish that I could hear you scream Show you what this pain really means But knowing you’re gone will be enough for me And I’ll have my revenge and how sweet it will be Oh, I'll have my revenge and how sweet it will be

Dear Thomas Nagel, I can tell you what it’s like to be a bat: IT’S AWESOME! (Bb F Gm D#) I’m chillin’ in caves with my echolocation Them shadows on the walls ain’t no deception Objective reality’s so damn rad! But if you can’t reach it, don’t need to get sad Just chill with me and my cool bat friends Abandon your ego; don’t rely on your sense Spread your wings you never knew you had Say goodbye to your subjective--once you’ve done it you’ll be glad Don’t worry about epistemology The only thing that’s real is what you can('t) see But I can’t tell you what it’s like to be me Because I don’t really know. (I don’t know, I don’t know)

(D E7) There’s little fat babies everywhere Everywhere I go These assholes with their paper maps Are walking so damn slow I try to make my way around But their butts are so big I’ll smack that grin off of your face (E7 Em) You finger-pointing pig (D F#m D G A D F#m G A D) Get out of the way, you stupid fucking tourist Get out of the way, I've only got one life to live Get of the way before I burst a vein And spew blood all over your fanny pack They’re clogging all the metro stops They’re wasting all our time I want to scream into their ears, “Fuck off, this city’s mine!” They’re casting apprehensive looks Like I’m a terrorist I grin right back, ‘cos at this point I’m considering it (solo over chorus) (D E7) These tourists are like zombies, always Swarming to consume With little to no neural functions (E7 Em) And a rightful place in a tomb Get out of the way You stupid fucking tourist Get out of the way I’ve only got (all day) (one life to live) Get out of the way Before I burst a vein and spew blood All over your (stupid camera) (palm tree shirt)