Dehumanized (Наив) G G# "The Declaration of the Human Rights!" - G G# I am sure that never die. G G# "CNN and UNO" - G G# I feel that I'm not alone.
C D# But what can I do about being frustrated, C D# Being depersonalized and predeterminated, D F When alienation is common place, D F G C G C G C And I stare at the mirror and I can't see the face! C# G C G C G C I feel that I'm dehumanized! C# G G# G G# Welcome aboard! - Dehumanized!
Illusion that I've got ideas of my own, The right of the majority and LSD control, Market system and good wages, Scare me we're living in the Dark Ages!
But what can I do about being frustrated, Being depersonalized and predeterminated, When alienation is common place, And I stare at the mirror and I can't see the face! I feel that I'm dehumanized! Welcome aboard! - Dehumanized!
G G# F# G Tried, tried, tried not be dehumanized...
G G# F# G Should I admit or should I try? Try not to be dehumanized!.. Baby, What's Your Sign?! (Наив) Am C D In school you get a loose-leaf book. Am C D First thing you drew in it was znook. Am C D If you're a boy and you're full grown, Am Your macho shit gets overblown: D C Am A cock, and swastika, and skull, and bones... D C E Am A cock, and swastika, and skull, and bones... H B Am Baby, what's your sign? H B Am Baby, what's your sign? H B Am D Baby, what's your sign?
You make your way by stretching skin, Engorged with blood is your brain-twin. You want to feel like you're a saint, But you can not, because your cock: It feels like 50 thousand pounds of nails! It feels like 50 thousand pounds of nails! Baby, what's your sign? Baby, what's your sign? Baby, what's your sign? Organized Chaos (Наив) A More or less! More or less! More or less! More or less! G# G More or less! More or less! - organized chaos! A More or less! More or less! More or less! More or less! G# G More or less! More or less! - organized chaos!
D C Watcha gonna do? - Be childish! D C Watcha gonna say? - Be irresponsible! D C Who are your mates? - Be disrespectful! D E Be everything this society hates!
A Don't give me peace and love Cdim Or the good lord above... A I was told someone died last night Cdim Why do I have to make love tonight... A Cdim My eyes are dry, but I'm bored to tears, A Cdim Get out of my way with your stupid ideas!
Am F Respectability is invented by people, Am F To better themselves as they pay highly for it... Am F But I didn't give a dime and I still have no money, Am F Boy! Do I feel fine not paying for it?
E G Hm I made my way across the skin, Dm E Across the skin - right to the heart, G Hm But I slipped face down on all the fat! Dm A C#m A B C D Right face down flat - in all that fat! I Feel I'm Stoned (Наив) E D E D Don't talk to me, I can hear! E D E D Stop scaring me, I can disappear!
I know, I know, I know. I know, I know, The only thing I know is that I'm stoned! I'm stoned! I'm stoned!
Don't ask me why? I have no idea! Don't even try! Don't try, my dear!
Leave me alone, alone, alone, alone! I wanna go home, I wanna go home!
H I'm going home!
I can't stabd that, but you can't shut up! I've fallen down, you can't help me get up!
Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me now! Because I'm falling now! Because I've falling down!
Don't wanna rule, don't wanna be ruled, Don't wanna be stupid, don't wanna be shrewd!
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, The only thing I know is that I'm stoned! I'm stoned! I'm stoned!
I know, I'm stoned! Invasion (Наив) Инструментал ;-) Fuck The Fascist Control! (Наив) Dm We know what is going on: Here comes the fascist control! A They force you to be sober, Then ask you to be quiet, And if you don't obey, They'll kill you in a riot!
Dm Fuck their control! Fuck their control! A Fuck! Fuck the fascist control!
No way to take it as it comes: The only good fascist is a dead one! They force me to be sober, They ask me to be quiet, I don't give a fuck about it, We'll smash them in a riot!
Fuck their control! Fuck their control! Fuck! Fuck the fascist control! Drug Song (Наив) D7 Now every morning at 7 o'clock, I get out of my bed and I step on the rock. And the chinese boss comes and says: "Keep still! Roll up your sleeve and give me that drill". Now you shoot up junk and what do you get! Another day older and deeper in debt!
F C D7 No one got no fun! F C D7 Under this sun got no fun!
I was born one morning when the sun didn't shine, I picked up my syringe and I walked to the line. If you see me comin' - better step aside, A lotta men didn't - a lotta men died!
No one got no fun! Under this sun got no fun!
It's a mighty hard road that my hands have hoed, My poor brain has traveled one polished barbiturate road, But I've been through this a hundred times before: Could someone tell me what I'm doing this for? Could someone tell me what I'm doing this for?
No one got no fun! Under this sun got no fun! Strange Fruit (Наив) Am Southern trees bear a Strange, strange fruit, Blood on the leaves And blood at the root,
G Black bodies swinging In the southern breeze, Strange fruit hanging Am From the poplar trees.
Pastoral scenes of the gallant South, The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth, Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh, Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
Strange fruit! Rotten cores! Racist ideas! Strange and stupid wars!
Here's fruit for the crows to pluck, For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck, For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop, Here is a strange and bitter crop.
Strange fruit! Rotten cores! Racist ideas! Strange and stupid wars! Godzila In The North (Where's Your Suit!?) (Наив) Hm D F Little people in the subway! Hm D F Little people in the square! Hm D F Little people riding busses Hm D F Little people everywhere...
C There is a black one and a white one... Hm And a gay one and a yellow C One! All made for one purpose, D G A And they all look just the same!
Hm Suit? Where's your suit? You corporate hippie! D C# C Suit! Where's your suit? Yeah! Yeah! Hm Suit? Where's your suit? You corporate hippie! D C# C Hm Suit! Where's your suit? Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
And they all play on the golf course, And they all drink their Martinis dry, Where they'll all get put in boxes, And get duck-taped and classified!
And there are doctors and there are lawyers... And there are businessmen! They're all made for one purpose, And they all look just the same!
Suit? Where's your suit? You corporate hippie! Suit! Where's your suit? Yeah! Yeah! Suit? Where's your suit? You corporate hippie! Suit! Where's your suit? Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Hm And they all have pretty children, And their children go to school, Then their children go to college, Where they learn this corporate rule: Suit? Where's your suit? Where's your suit?.. Don't Wanna Be Sedated (Наив) D G Feeling lonely and upset, A D I'm locked in the frames of the reality, G Being pressed by my guilty past, A D I try to prevent my insanity.
And I don't know what it means - I've been so much frustrated! But still I wanna feel my life's complete, Don't wanna be sedated!
G A D Don't wanna be sedated! G A D Don't wanna be sedated! G A Hm Don't wanna be sedated! G A D Don't wanna be sedated!
