WWW.AZCHORDS.COM | Kimya Dawson - Same Shitcomplicated Chords | Ver. 1
Intro - Am, G , Am, G, Am
Am
You were looking down at them, they were looking down at you.
G Am
You were starched and press, they were all disheveled.
They were holding hands, they were ragamuffins and
G Am
They said "I know we're not fancy, but we're on the same level.
G
We've got plans, big plans we're gonna change the world.
Am
All you care about is dollars, that doesn't make sense.
G
All you do is hit snooze, watch the news, buy shoes, drink booze, make
Money, feel spent.
Am
Day after day after day, it's the same sh*t.
G
Day after day after day, it's the same sh*t.
Am
Day after day after day, it's the same sh*t.
G Am
Day after day after day after day after day."
Then you look at them without batting an eye and say
G Am
"Hey little hippie, let your freak flag fly.
Why don't you go smoke a bowl in your best tie dye,
G Am
Get a tattoo of a dancing bear holding a peace sign.
You can talk the talk but when it comes to real change,
G
Aren't you and all your little friends exactly the same?
Am
You sit around at potlucks pointing fingers, placing blame,
G
Drinking kombucha, and eating tempeh.
Am
Day after day after day, it's the same sh*t.
G
Day after day after day, it's the same sh*t.
Am
Day after day after day, it's the same sh*t.
G Am
Day after day after day after day after day."
If you are judging them while they are judging you,
G Am
And you think that makes them a**holes, maybe you're an a**hole too.
Do we argue with each other 'til we both turn blue,
G Am
Or find similarities in what we like and what we do?
Yeah, just because someone does not look like me
G
Doesn't mean that they are a clone or a sheep.
Am
Maybe they like their job and they're living their dream,
G Am
And they love their friends and their family.
Some people thrive between nine and five,
G
And feel like they're choking if their neck's not tied.
Am
And some people feel as if they're gonna die
G Am
If their seams aren't straight and their shoes aren't tied.
Some people like business, some people like numbers,
G
Some people grow organic heirloom cucumbers,
Am
And only feel free with their hands in the dirt
G
In a pair of old jeans and their favorite t-shirt
Am
Some people feel enslaved when they have a boss,
G
Some people without one feel totally lost.
Am
To make this world work it takes all different kinds.
G
We have all different tastes, different strengths, different minds,
Am
So it doesn't make sense to generalize
G
And it doesn't make sense to judge with our eyes.
Am
We need more compassion, we need to be kind
G
If you open your heart you might like what you find.
Am
'Cause there are some mean bus drivers, but there's some nice bus drivers
G
And there are some nice cops in Madison, Wisconsin.
Am
And there's some nice teachers, and there's some mean teachers,
G
Just because you have a mean teacher doesn't mean all teachers suck.
Am
And no one is nice all the time, no one is mean all the time
G
Think about what someone's going through that's making them be mean to you
Am
Maybe their pet gerbil died and they are really sad inside,
G
Or maybe they got in a fight with someone that they really like,
Am
Maybe they are really shy and don't know to socialize
G
They just want to run and hide, not saying that it's justified
Am
But if we learn to empathize the resentments will vaporize
G
Situations metamorphize before out very eyes.
Am G
Then the need to stereotype will become outdated when we realize everyone
Is really complicated.
Am
We are all so complicated, we are all so complicated
G
I am also complicated, I am also complicated
Am
I'm a black mama lactivist, a home-owning punk.
G
It's been over a decade since the last time I got drunk.
Am
I drive a minivan, I've got junk in the trunk.
G
I think Danny Devito is a total hunk.
Am
I like revisiting the sh*t my therapist helps me remember.
G
Being friends with someone for a long time, still not knowing their gender.
Am
I fight for equal rights and I fight for inner peace.
G
I pray to the dead for the gratitude I need.
Am
I've got chickens in my backyard and a little garden plot,
G
I really hate commercials but I got a slap-chop.
Am
I'm a sucker for a remix, let me tell you what,
G
By the time that I am finished, you're gonna love these nuts.
Am
I'm a little bit pop culture, a lot bit D.I.Y.,
G
I don't know the definition of T.M.I.
Am
I write poems about my period, post pictures of my log,
G
If you don't like body functions then you shouldn't read my blog.
Am
My husband's a musician from the mountains in France,
G
He wrote me a song, we did interpretive dance,
Am
Then he knocked me up, now we have the coolest kid,
G
Yeah, hooking up with him's the smartest thing I ever did.
Am
Now I feel like I can fly when I'm on roller skates,
G
I feel a little high when I eat dried dates,
Am
I feel like i'm unloading when i'm loading up the car
G
I feel like i'm exploding when I play my guitar
Am
I don't understand what numbers have to do with success
G
Or what sales have to do with happiness,
Am
Unless they're the kind of sails that will carry me to sea,
G
Where my grandma and grandpa are waiting for me.
Am G
I never thought I'd make it to 25, now I'm 37 and I'm glad that I'm alive.
Am
If I ever need a tour bus I'm still gonna drive,
G Am
Cause I like looking out the windshield as the world goes by,
Looking out the windshield as the world goes by.
G
Looking out the windshield as the world goes by.
Am
Now I'm 37 and I'm glad that I'm alive
G Am
And I like looking out the windshield as the world goes by.
