American Dream

Intro: 
C F 
    Rise and shine 
G          Am      G 
I'm waking up to a stranger's 
         F G Am G 
American dream 


 
    F                     G 
The stairway to heaven is oh so cheap 
Am                              G     F G Am 
Fools gold and the myth of meritocracy 
    F                     G 
The closest to death that I've ever been 
         Am 
Was in a room full of people 
    G 
who begged to hear me sing, like 
F G Am G Am F G F 
mm-    mm-    mm 
 

 
Am                        F 
Lately, I've been feeling guilty 
               G 
Dancing like a star 
                       F 
living at the Premiere Inn, where 
  Am                     F 
A day drink turns into a daydream 
            G                   F 
I am at the movies, I am on the big screen 
 

 
   Am 
My friends are on the radio, 
      F 
and I put my grief in stereo 
  G                            F 
I play it loud, I play it slow 
Am 
Tell my mother not to call 
    F 
I'm working myself to th bone 
   G 
If that's the dream, it's what I want 
 

 
F 
  Rise and shine 
G          Am      G 
I'm waking up to a stranger's 
         F G Am G 
American dream 
 

 
F                       G 
I wake at 5 AM, call it discipline 
            Am 
I'm like an early bird 
                 C      Dm 
that's forgotten how to sing 
F                       G 
Talk myself down at the kitchen sink 
  Am                          C        Dm 
I get what I want, and then I just get sick 
F 
All my lovers wish 
             G 
that I could just sleep in 
            Am 
But I can't stand to be touched, 
      C           Dm 
can't stand to be kissed 
       F 
I just think about myself 
      G 
and I don't want kids 
  Am 
I write shit in these songs 
  C                Dm 
I know that I'll regret 
 

 
Am                        F 
Lately, I've been feeling filthy 
               G 
Painted starry nights 
                F 
in artex on the ceiling 
        Am                     F 
This is sacred, trying to make ends meet 
               G 
This is what I wanted, 
this is what I'm gettin' 
 

 
   Am 
My friends are on the radio, 
      F 
and I put my grief in stereo 
  G                             F 
I play it loud, and play it slow 
      Am 
I get what I want, then I thank God 
    F 
The truth is that we never talk 
    G 
Get what I want, and it's not enough 
    F 
Get what I need, then I fuck it up 
 

 
Am                     F 
Lately, I want to feel guilty 
               G 
Dancing like a star 
                       F 
living at the Premiere Inn 
          Am                      F 
I've been feeling, like a damn machine 
                 G 
But I am picture perfect, 
               F 
see me on your big screen 
 

 
   Am 
My friends are on the radio, 
      F 
and I put my grief in stereo 
  G                             F 
I play it loud, and play it slow 
      Am 
I get what I want, and I thank God 
    F 
The truth is that we never talk 
    G 
Get what I want, and it's not enough 
    F 
Get what I need, then I fuck it up 
 

Outro: 
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