TuningStandard Capo Second Fret
VerseF John A. Hobson was a goCod man G He used to loan me books and miAmc stands F He even got me a subscrCiption To the GSocialist Review F Listening to records in his basCement G Old folk songs about the govAmernment F It's love of money not the markeCt He said, "These fuGckers push on you"
ChorusAnd freedom yeFlls, it don't cryC Whatever sellFs will decideAm But there's no Fhell when you diAme So don't look so Gworried
VerseHe got a nightlife, lost his day job Pushing papers, swinging pendulums Anything to serve a function Or to occupy some time You've got to earn this living somehow You're good as dead without a bank account But it's funny how alive he felt Down in that unemployment line
ChorusWith all that trash at his feet The pools of piss in the street All of that filthy empathy For the way we're feeling
BridgeEm The billboard's sAmhade, the flags, they waveG The anthem was plCaying loud Am The baseballC game was lettiFng out G Em And all at Amonce he saw the dustG And heard every tiCny sound Am Got in hisC truck and turned arouFnd G FCrowd and the coCps Drove out past thatF center mCall Drove out past that sFickening spraCwl Out past that Ffenced in goldC And maybe he Flost controlC Fucking with the Fradio C But I bet the sFtars seemed so cAmlose at the endG At the Fend C At the Fend C At the Fend C At the Fend C End on F.