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Same Shit / Complicated  Kimya Dawson

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

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