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Does Your Face Hurt No Cause Its Killing Me

by Bomb the Music Industry!

Biography:

Bomb the Music Industry! (commonly abbreviated as BtMI!) was an experimental musical collective originally from Baldwin, Nassau County, New York in 2004. They write, produce, record, and distribute all of their music under the leadership of songwriter and producer Jeff Rosenstock, and you can get their albums free at quoteunquoterecords.com

They are known for their DIY punk ethic, embodied in such actions such as distributing six albums worth of their own material for free on their website

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Four years of hard work!

This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!

[Intro]
Bm G Bm G

[Verse]
Bm
Take a look at your haircut, you're killing me
G
Take a look at your glasses, you're killing me
Bm
Placement of the piercings, you're killing me
G
Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
Bm
Take a look at your ripped jeans, you're killing me
G
Take a look at your Converse, you're killing me
Bm
Get a shirt that fits you, you're killing me
G
Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
Bm
Someone the other day was telling me about marketing
G
And how it's so important for a band to sell a t-shirt
Bm
I told him that the money goes right back into the same thing
G
And now we're just a breeding ground for more and more consumers
Bm
Sellout, shmellout, it's not about that
G
But all my problems seem to stem from cash
Bm
I got my beliefs and I don't care if they're right
G
But if we don't meet our quota, man, we're gonna get into another fight

[Chorus]
D Bbdim
Soon we'll be in the clear when we get out of here
Bm Bbdim
Where style is function and our egos make us fight
D Bbdim
For now we'll live in fear, we're not sexy enough for this atmosphere
Bm A G D
Someone blow it up tonight, we'll fight, fight, fight, fight

[Verse]
Bm
Take a look at your haircut, you're killing me
G
Take a look at your glasses, you're killing me
Bm
Placement of the piercings, are you kidding me?
G
Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
Bm
Take a look at your ripped jeans, you're killing me
G
Take a look at your Converse, you're killing me
Bm
Get a shirt that fits you, you're killing me
G
Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
Bm
Williamsburg has got the lights down low
G
And a moron with a laptop is calling this poetry
Bm
A singer with a thrift amp - "vintage circuitry"
G
On the cover of Bop or Seventeen
Em
I'm so lonely, life is empty
G
Where's my coke and fucking money?
Em
Tonight at the bar I got a good look at the enemy
G
He said "I'm too fucking cool someone else can write the songs for me"

[Chorus]
D Bbdim
Soon we'll be in the clear when we get out of here
Bm Bbdim
Where style is function and our egos make us fight
D Bbdim
For now we'll live in fear, we're not sexy enough for this atmosphere
Bm C
Someone blow it up tonight.
D
Please blow it up tonight.

[Break]
D Bb
D Bb A

[Bridge]
D Bb
Now we're cloning sheep
D Bb A
Writing garbage in their diaries
D F#5
Reading their AP
G
And watching Fuse TV

[Break]
D Bb
D Bb A

[Bridge]
D Bb
Kill it, c'est la vie
D Bb A
Fashion show equals your scene
D F#5
Bomb the industry, yeah
G
Then run away and watch the blast
F#m
I'm getting out so kiss my ass
Em
I'm going nowhere, nowhere fast
Bb
I'm going nowhere, nowhere fast