No sUBstAnCE

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history doesn't make something right
consensus is not a fact-based exercise

D A# F C A
you're tied and bound to this self-indulgent enterprise
A
we call America


MAIN RIFF:
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a brush with a star, a token of love
a name in the sand, enough is enough
a diet of air, a face on the net
a fish in your palm, your television set


Now play this: D A# F C x 4

once you convince yourself
the universe falls into place
you've got your ideas
and your posse of friends
you all make up rules
and the fun never ends


Main riff once again

but still there's a problem that leaves you gasping for air
you look for some meaning, blank smiles are all that's there
and still water stales a soft summer breeze
you cling to your hopes while you drop to your knees

there's
D C A# A G A
no substance!


Now you have the chords for the rest of the song

once you convince yourself
the universe falls into place
you've got your ideas
and your posse of friends
you all make up rules
and the fun never ends

but still there's a problem that leaves you gasping for air
you look for some meaning, blank smiles are all that's there
and still water stales a soft summer breeze
you cling to your hopes while you drop to your knees
there's no substance!


Transcription by:
Johan Karlsson