F#                        B              F#              B
We were raised to be just what we are in case you didn't know
     F#                 B                   C#             B
If I offered up to you some proof would you let your anger show
             F#               B                  F#          B
Or would you let your mind to sleep kept warm by simple novelties
  F#             B               C#
A history that's really not your own
   F#                          C#
Is freedom just a privilege of hatred guaranteed


[Pre-Chorus]
   F#                                  B
Is compassion just a second thought of hope brought to it's knees
   F#                                           B       G#m      A#
Can dignity see fit to work past all it doesn't want to see?


[Chorus]
B              C#         F#
Seven guns for degradation
B                C#             F#
Three cheers for cruel tradition
B              C#          F#      B  C#
Red, white and black eyes forever


[Verse]
F#                 B
Somewhere south of respect tonight
F#                        B
This tension's wrapped up nice and tight
F#                    B             C#
The static's felt but never makes a sound
F#                  B
A man finds nothing left to eat
    F#             B
And sells his body on the cheap
   F#               B                   C#
As klansmen flood a conference hall downtown


[Pre-Chorus]
     F#                        C#
This T.V. has the answers, let fashion have your eyes
      A#                           B
This job is your achievement, this bible your pride
     F#                         B                           G#m     A#
Can dignity see fit to try and fix what it knows fear can't hide


[Chorus]
B              C#          F#
Seven guns for degradation
B                C#             F#
Three cheers for cruel tradition
B              C#         F#      B  C#
Red, white and black eyes forever


[Bridge]
D#m B F# B C#

  D#m         B      F#              B                C#          D#m
I think of a story my father told me about a fella he knew in the army
  D#m         B                    F#       C#
The pentagon traded him checks for both his legs
          B                          C#                      F#
"Fuck the States" was the last thing father heard he had said
D#m        B              F#
Still it's said that this war was won
        B                         C#                      D#m
Well, I refuse to be just another dead nation's bastard son

C# B F# B C#


[Outro]
F#
I have eyes that see, I have a mind that thinks
         A#                B
I have a mouth that speaks and god damn it will
A#                          B
Beacause I've had enough of all this shit about
C#
"making do" "Playing ball" "the way things are" and "dealing with it"
F#             C#           F#               B
Mixing pop and politics, he asks me what the use is
         F#         B
I'm not into making excuses
        C#             B                F#
And I'll die the day I find I'm fucking useless