[Verse] C#m A E B
I've been sellin' my soul, workin' all day
Overtime hours for bullshit pay
So I can sit out here and waste my life away
Drag back home and drown my troubles away
[Ho-
It's a damn shame what the world's gotten ok]
to - (For/and) people like (me/you) (x2)
Wish I could just wake up and it not be true
But it is, oh, it is
Livin' in the new world - With an old soul
These rich men north of Richmond
Lord knows they all just ╔══════════╗
wanna have total control ║ Rich Men ║
Wanna know what you (think/do) (x2) North of ║
And they don't think you know ║ Richmond ║
but I know that you do ║ Oliver ║
Cos your dollar ain't shit ║ Anthony ║
and it's taxed to no end ╚══════════╝
Cos of rich men north of Richmond - (… - … x1)
I wish politicians would look out for miners
And not just minors on an island somewhere
Lord, we got folks in the street,
ain't got nothin' to eat
And the obese milkin' welfare
Well, God, if you're 5"3 and you're 300 pounds
Taxes ought not to pay
for your bags of Fudge Rounds Lord [Hook]
Young men are puttin' themselves (x2)
six feet in the ground [Verse
Cos all this damn country does Lines #1~2]
is keep on kickin' them down [Rit] B C#m-X