Biografia:
Jordan Cardy (born 21 February 1996), known by his stage name Rat Boy, is an English musician from Chelmsford, Essex. He studied at Chelmer Valley High School in Chelmsford and went on to study Art at Colchester Institute. Despite being dyslexic, he began writing songs in his spare time, releasing songs on SoundCloud under the name "Rat Boy", a name given to him by his school friends who claimed he looked like a rat. After college Cardy was hired and subsequently fired from Wetherspoons
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Outras músicas:
- Be My Anime
- Boiling Point
- Civil Disorder
- Dads Crashed Car
- Fake Id
- Get Over It
- Hanging Round
- Ill Be Waiting
- Kicked Outta School
- Knock Knock
- Knock Knock Knock
- Knock Knock Pt Ii
- Laidback
- Left 4 Dead
- Oh No
- Public Identity
- Reactions
- Revolution
- Sign On
- Silverlake
- Slave To The System
- Teenage Tearaway
- Wasteman
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
[Intro]
F#
We say freedom!
F
They say what d'you want that for?
F#
We say justice!
F
They say you don't know what you're asking for
F#
Fuck this!
F
I'm gonna take my own stands thanks a lot
Fm
Here we go, no turning back
Fm
So cut the crap
[Instrumental]
B G A G
B G A A
B G A G
B G A A
B G A G
B G A A
[Verse 1]
F#m
Now, I'm a dead end soldier in a dead end job
F#m
In a dare down world where they treat me like a yob
F#m
I'm a fighter but you know I'm at the last round
F#m
I was quick on my feet but now I'm slow and steady to the ground
F#m
Propaganda like the sea where they live
F#m
They give fuck all to those beneath the six
F#m
I'm starting to feel like free speech means nothing
F#m
'Cause we're fucking screaming and no one's even listening
[Chorus]
G
(Don't)
G
Don't be a slave to the system
F#
(Won't)
F#
I won't be coming back to Britain
G
Watch my decline
G
I'm running out of time
F#
Before the heartless government
F#
Try to take what's mine
[Chorus]
G
(Don't)
G
Don't be a slave to the system
F#
(Won't)
F#
I won't be coming back to Britain
G
Watch my decline
G
I'm running out of time
F#
Before the heartless government
F#
Try to take what's mine
[Verse]
F#m
Travesty, liberty, what's that?
F#m
Out in London kissing Daddy's money flat
F#m
I heard he worked in some sort of advertisement
F#m
You're the next product of your environment
F#m
Unforgotten, like the rotten plan for the future
F#m
Wrapped in cotton, who's my shot in, damned for my posture
F#m
I'm not a posh one, yeah I'm still a lost one
F#m
And if you want I'll sell my rust for your retina
[Chorus]
G
(Don't)
G
Don't be a slave to the system
F#
(Won't)
F#
I won't be coming back to Britain
G
Watch my decline
G
I'm running out of time
F#
Before the heartless government
F#
Try to take what's mine
[Outro]
B G A
X16
F#
We say freedom!
F
They say what d'you want that for?
F#
We say justice!
F
They say you don't know what you're asking for
F#
Fuck this!
F
I'm gonna take my own stands thanks a lot
Fm
Here we go, no turning back
Fm
So cut the crap
[Instrumental]
B G A G
B G A A
B G A G
B G A A
B G A G
B G A A
[Verse 1]
F#m
Now, I'm a dead end soldier in a dead end job
F#m
In a dare down world where they treat me like a yob
F#m
I'm a fighter but you know I'm at the last round
F#m
I was quick on my feet but now I'm slow and steady to the ground
F#m
Propaganda like the sea where they live
F#m
They give fuck all to those beneath the six
F#m
I'm starting to feel like free speech means nothing
F#m
'Cause we're fucking screaming and no one's even listening
[Chorus]
G
(Don't)
G
Don't be a slave to the system
F#
(Won't)
F#
I won't be coming back to Britain
G
Watch my decline
G
I'm running out of time
F#
Before the heartless government
F#
Try to take what's mine
[Chorus]
G
(Don't)
G
Don't be a slave to the system
F#
(Won't)
F#
I won't be coming back to Britain
G
Watch my decline
G
I'm running out of time
F#
Before the heartless government
F#
Try to take what's mine
[Verse]
F#m
Travesty, liberty, what's that?
F#m
Out in London kissing Daddy's money flat
F#m
I heard he worked in some sort of advertisement
F#m
You're the next product of your environment
F#m
Unforgotten, like the rotten plan for the future
F#m
Wrapped in cotton, who's my shot in, damned for my posture
F#m
I'm not a posh one, yeah I'm still a lost one
F#m
And if you want I'll sell my rust for your retina
[Chorus]
G
(Don't)
G
Don't be a slave to the system
F#
(Won't)
F#
I won't be coming back to Britain
G
Watch my decline
G
I'm running out of time
F#
Before the heartless government
F#
Try to take what's mine
[Outro]
B G A
X16
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