main progression is 8 bars: | C | F C | C | G | C | F C | C G | C | C F With some friends read some books they don’t assign in school, C G we learned some Marxist terms C F C But you don’t need no jargon to understand that your G C boss take more money than he earns | C | F C | C | G | C | F C | C G | C | C F In college I was taught that we’re making nature sick, C G there’s no future like we thought we knew C F C G C But you don’t need no lab coat to know it’s true that climate change isn’t on you C Private yachts and fighter jets and the F big smokestacks of the internet C spew far more fumes than G The tailpipe of your truck C F C And all us beings are quite upset that the rich messed up the environment but when the bill comes to pay G They’ll be out of luck C F C No they’re not safe long ‘cause we’ll all stand strong, when it comes to their money G C We don’t give a fuck | C | F C | C | G | C | F C | C G | C | F C And when the dogs run the city [they won’t care who we once called king] F C You can’t pay a hurricane to stay at sea Em F When we’re all servants in the bunker of a C E O, Fm G G7 Who do you think will (we’ll) eat first? ----- private yachts part here ---- C F C No they’re not safe long ‘cause we’ll all stand strong, when it comes to their money G C We don’t give a fuck x2 C F Now I’m a grad student working on my P H D, C G studying society and the earth C F C But you don’t need no scientist to explain that the G C wealthy take more work than they’re worth C G C The wealthy take more work than they’re worth x100

D D/C# Bm G D I don’t want to graduate, so when my parents’ friends ask what I do, D D/C# Bm G D They can say, “He’s still in school” going on 32. G D F#m Bm But I’m in bed binging Pornhub as if it were Game of Thrones. G D Bm A Amaj7 A7 I can live like that ‘cause I don’t have student loans. D G D G D I slur when I’m sober, I drink in my sleep. Bm A G Bm I’m anti-work until the money runs out D A D and then I’ll go busk on Church Street. D G D G D I slur when I’m sober, I drink like a drain. Bm A G Bm I want to fit in in the folk punk scene D A D but I’ve never even rode a freight train. I should be writing my dissertation, instead I’m writing this song. This town’s so easy for an overeducated unkempt guy, I feel like a con. A D Don’t ask the people I’ve hurt about me, Don’t ask the people I’ve hurt about me, Don’t ask the people I’ve hurt about me, Don’t ask the people I’ve hurt anything. A friend asked if I liked anal, I asked, “Receiving?” They said, “Giving,” I said, “Yes.” They replied, “That’s great my other partner’s penis is way too immense.” I protested, “I’m at least a medium! Isn’t that right?” We laughed but they never responded, and now I’m ashamed of my size. I slur when I’m sober, my mom thinks I’m straight. I wanna be cool, I wanna be queer, so let’s drink and be gay. I slur when I’m sober, so I drink every day. I’m amazed my friends still love me, even though I’m so lame. (Instrumental: chorus chords and melody) I’ve been married for six years; I omit that from my Tinder bio. You’d probably think I’s a creep if I didn’t have such a cute smile. I watch football on Sundays and laugh at offensive jokes. I’ll ask for a drag of your cigarette, and then say I don’t smoke. D G D G D I slur when I’m sober, I drink by myself. G D Bm A A7 I talk a big game about being useful but I can’t even put up a shelf. D G D G D I slur when I’m sober, I drink like a fish. Bm A G Bm D A D I’m just a critter in an unfamiliar place, trying to find my niche. Bm D G D I still use a flip phone, so I’ll ask you to look things up for me. Bm D G I’ll preach about the benefits of being generous, as a pretense Gm D For not paying you back for all those beers you bought me. Gm D I’m not paying you back for all those beers you bought me.

instrumental and chorus |Em |C |G |B7 | |Em |C |G B7 |Em | verses |Em |C |G |B7 | |Em |Am |F#dim |G | |B7 |B7 | x2 prechorus |Em |Em |Em |[rest] | Say “no” to the nuclear option Say “no” to the nuclear option Say “no” to the nuclear option Whether we’re talking ‘bout weapons or energy Say “no” to the nuclear option Say “no” to the nuclear option Say “no” to the nuclear option Whether we’re talking ‘bout weapons or energy Or for that matter family We choose… Beautifully Anarchistic Luddite Communities

Verse |C |G |C | | |C |G |C |G | x2 Chorus |Am |C |F |C | (1st and 2nd chorus: 1x, 3rd, 4th, 5th chorus: 3x) |Am |C |F |G | C When the food’s all free, you won’t die from being poor. And you’ll only take what you need, ‘cause there’ll be more. There’ll be no money to be made from caging hens. Or spraying pesticides all o’er the land. We won’t go to grocery stores, instead we’ll go to trees. Some of us will grow our own, and others will say, “Please share with me.” When the housing’s free, we’ll all have roofs over our heads. Cold mornings won’t mean waking up to find our friends dead. There’ll be no money to be made from charging rent. Or buying up and parceling out the land. We won’t pay no landlord, instead we’ll own our homes. Some of us will build our own, but no one will need loans just to live. When the busses and trains are free, we’ll get rid of our cars. And no one will drive home drunk from the bars. There’ll be no money to be made from pumping gas. Or deep-sea drilling or fracking or tar sands. We won’t need to pave no roads, instead we’ll plant chestnut trees. Some of us will go by boat, just to feel the breeze. No, bicycling won’t save your soul, but we might save the winter freeze. And we’ll all go real damn slow, and no one will need keys for their journeys. When the medicine’s all free, we might use it less. ‘Cause there won’t be profits from every treatment and test. There’ll be no money to be made from keeping us sick. Or marketing pills to grow a bigger dick. We won’t be stuck in the throws of crippling medical debt. More of us might take hormones, to modify our sex. We won’t have to die alone, in a sterile hospital bed. Instead we’ll get to go at home, surrounded by our friends, if we want. When the people are free, no one will tell you what to do. And you’ll refrain from giving orders too. There’ll be no money to be made from money you’ve got. No one will make more just for having lots. We won’t have addictive phones, instead they’ll just make calls. The internet might have slowed, but it won’t have us by the balls. Our incomes might be low but our expenses will be small Once our needs are met at no charge, We might not want no money at all