(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)