Revolution

capo on the second fret . : D ( my first chord thingy , feel free to post suggestions or questions or email me at camycam178@gmail . com : ) C F C i spent twenty - seven years in this factory C F C and the boss man says , ’hey you’re not what we need’ C F C the penguins in the suits they know nothing but greed F G it’s a solitary life when you’ve mouths to feed G C but who cares about us? C F C now i’m back on the streets with my hands held shut C F C i’m a workingman without any work C F C well is this the way it’s meant to be C F C because i signed off for the american dream C F C now , i write my name to the welfare scheme F G the money in the bank , well it’s history C F C so take me down to where the worlds collide F C F C and leave me here ’til i’m satisfied F G so let the revolution begin now i drag these bones ’cross the barren land where once a city , now an outstretched hand we can’t lose our sense of dignity while the fat - faced cats lap up the cream another disappearing act falls up their sleeves while the shirts on our back seek refugee so take me down to where the worlds collide and leave me here ’til i’m satisfied ’cause there’ll come a day when all of us will show , we won’t be afraid although we’re crashing , we won’t burn let the revolution , the revolution begin i spent twenty - seven years in this factory and the boss man says , ’hey you’re not what we need’ the penguins in the suits they know nothing but greed it’s a solitary life when you’ve mouths to feed so take me down to where the worlds collide and leave me here ’til i’m satisfied do take me down to where the worlds divide and leave me here i won’t compromise ’cause there’ll come a day when all of us will show , we won’t be afraid ’cause from these ashes we will grow so let the revolution , the revolution , the revolution begin . . . begin . . . begin . . . begin . . . begin . . . begin