Crust Punk Queen

	  		
Am 
You are into the wild 
                    E 
Always a wild child 
                            Bm 
The pulse of their lives is too calm and mild 
Am 
No structured living 

No plans to walk down the aisle 
E 
Parents wish for college 
       Bm                           B 
Though you'd think they're in denial 
Bm                                  A         E 
They wouldn't vote you queen of the homecoming 
                        B 
Though you didn't really want to be 
Bm                        Am 
Organized sports and much counselling 
E 
Pushed you over, sent you packing 
D 
Crust punk queen 
                               A 
Left mom and dad when you were 17 
    F#m  E  A     D 
And tore up those jet black jeans 
                         Am 
Hopped on a train into a troubled scene 
F#m  E       Bm                C#m 
With all the trust fund drug fiends 
D 
Who don't care about the 
                                      A C#m 
Don't seem to care about the American dream 
D                                    Am 
Who don't care about the American dream 
A 
From my own prison I hear my stomach grumble 
E                            Bm 
My father's footsteps are so far apart that I could stumble 
A                                                     E 
I see who walks upon the cracks of the concrete jungle 
                          Bm 
I wish I could just fall apart so you would help me crumble 
                                    A 
They wouldn't vote you queen of the homecoming 
E 
Though you didn't really want to be 
Bm                        A 
Organized sports and much counselling 
E 
Pushed you over, sent you packing 
D 
Crust punk queen 
                               A 
Left mom and dad when you were 17 
    F#m  E  A     D 
And tore up those jet black jeans 
                         A 
Hopped on a train into a troubled scene 
F#m  G#m     Bm              C#m 
With all the trust fund drug fiends 
D 
Who don't care about the 
                                      A C#m 
Don't seem to care about the American dream 
D 
Who don't care about the 
                                      A C#m 
Don't seem to care about the American dream 
D                                 Am A 
Who don't care about the American dream 
Bm                                       B           C#m 
Mom and dad this little hell which hangs over my head 
                       D                Bm 
And I know it's gonna show up once again 
                      B                         C#m 
Mom and dad I need a little more money to get by 
                        D                E 
And I promise that this shit is gonna end 
                        F#m                    A 
And when the fog clears look in my eyes I'll be 
                      D 
Coming home once again 
Bm 
Crust punk queen 
                               A 
Left mom and dad when you were 17 
    F#m  E  A     D 
And tore up those jet black jeans 
                         A 
Hopped on a train into a troubled scene 
F#m  G#m     Bm                C#m 
With all the trust fund drug fiends 
D 
Who don't care about the 
                                      A C#m 
Don't seem to care about the American dream 
D 
Who don't care about the 
                                      A C#m 
Don't seem to care about the American dream 
D                                     A 
Who really cares about the American dream