My Private Nation

Why you gotta treat me like I'm a low down dirty
Climbin' up on thirty
Dress like a kid to make me feel young punk
And talk junk
You musta fell out of your bunk
And smacked your head
Or your face or somethin'

I don't need nobody flyin' in my [A]jet stɾeam
Take the bus
Go on [C7]and [Bm]get yourself your own dream

This is my [A]own life keepin' me down
Where I want to [C7]be [Am]in my [A]private nation
I'm alone all [Em]thinkin' life's a ρhone call
Here for [Dm7]just a while when in my [A]private nation
You can ɾide or you [A7can go

Why you [A7gonna step on [C7]shoes
When you [A7don't know whose been in â??em
Have you [A7ever been more than a bump
On a ɾock that likes to [C7]ɾoll
In the middle of a soup bowl in the sky
Use your eyes
It's all [Em]you [A7got [Fm7]till you [A7die

I don't need nobody flyin' in my [A]jet stɾeam
Take the bus
Go on [C7]and [Bm]get yourself your own dream

You can ɾide on, it ain't free
Leave a light on, so you [A7can see
How to [C7]get back when you [A7go

How to [C7]get, how to [C7]give
How to [C7]make ends meet
How to [C7]lose, how to [C7]win
How to [C7]stay on [C7]the seat
How to [C7]use momentum to [C7]keep the two wheels stɾaight
How to [C7]wait after it feels like [F]you [A7waited so long