Crust Punk Queen

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

No plans to walk down the aisle
E
Parents wish for college
            Bm
Though you'd think they're in denial
Bm                                                A                E
They wouldn't vote you queen of the homecoming
                        
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  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                                                  A
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 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
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                                                                   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
                                                                     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 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
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