SoulSeek		Words and Music by Jeff Stone

Chorus:

G (rock)
Dead dead dead dead dead dead
G    Aaug B (in top of "G folk chord" formation)
Dead dead dead
C 
Dead dead dead dead dead dead
C    D6   E (5th fret, just b and g strings for D6 and E)
Dead dead dead
F         G
Went to a record store
     Em              Am
Went looking for the poets
      Dm            G7
I’d become an empty shell
          C               c D6 E
And I was pissed as piss
F         G
Me and my boys were cruisin’
Em            Am                
Lookin’ for a fight cuz we were 
Dm       
Mad the world'd been
G7            C
Culturally dismissed
Em Am                               Dm
We settled on this mainstream music store

Kicked down the house
   G7                               C
We overturned each shelf and bin we saw
G7            F
Nothing got destroyed at all
G7            F
Nothing was destroyed at all
F               C     G
Lots of nothing was destroyed

(Chorus)

Sure shocked some dumb-ass kids
These lame suburban brats who don’t know art from 
Egomaniacal diatribe (and boy bands and girl pop)
These walking hormones joined us in our
Great cathartic rage
And started throwing discs onto the floor
They had no reason, though
They didn’t know that we did
That we were starved for music with some meat
Rioting for fun and show
Indulgence is ‘bout all they know
Junk food smashed around their feet

(Chorus)

We now had an army of A-D-D generation kids
Who followed because that’s what they've been taught to do
We marched to Hits F-M
And our psychopathic troops tore down
The office tower that perpetrated doom
The industry had starved them to their current sorry state
They’d never known the nourishment of song
Indies play to zero ears
Artists write and no one hears
The majors fell cuz they were wrong
Anarchy
Anarchy in the F-M
Dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead
Vivendi, Sony, BMG
Dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead

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