Chords for Paddy Tarleton - Scum From the New York Times (ft. Byron de la Vandal)

[E] Maybe in absolute terms, not that huge in numbers, a few hundred people, but a very [Fm] significant showing.
And then when the march began, [E] it was these animalistic [N] chants, these grunting and _ very explicit anti-Semitic chants.
_ And they were so enthusiastic, they were so pumped.
It was really scary.
Scary?
Scary because for your own safety or scary for what might [F] happen because of the clash of opposing _ _ ideologies or views or whatever?
Well, scary that they had so [Ab] many adherents willing to show up and show their face, first [D] of all.
[F] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ America's a really scary place, man.
[F] It's a dead and a [C] fractured land.
Yeah, the whole damn place is a disgrace, man.
All the good guys [Am] getting banned.
[C] All the trash is coming out the woodwork, [F] defending [C] oligarchical crime.
[F] And I [C] won't be amazed if they throw us all in chains, [G] said the scum from the New [C] York Times.
Oh, every kid's a [G] media, his [Am] yelling tremble, you're the devil.
All [C] the fake news is shaking in his shoes, [D] ringing their ears.
I [G] gotta say, man, [F] in every ghetto, [C] [G] politicians [F] cowering in his [C] prime.
[G] [F] And I won't [C] be amazed if they throw us all in chains, [G] said the scum from the New York [C] Times.
[F] _ [C] _ _ _
[G] _ _ [C] _ _ _ One evening, an itty-bitty soy boy [F] working [C] for Vice magazine
ended up in the clink as a boy toy after fleeing a car [Am] crash scene.
[C] He was begging Tyrone, don't hurt me, [F] I'm an ally, [C] don't you see?
[F] Now I'll bet he'll think [C] twice before he bashes up the [G] right, but I ain't got no [C] sympathy.
Fuck em!
And every kid's a media, his [Am] yelling tremble, you're the devil.
[C] All the fake news is shaking in his [D] shoes, ringing their ears.
[G] I gotta say, man, [F] in every [C] ghetto, [G] politicians [F] cowering in [C] his prime.
[F] And I won't be [C] amazed if they throw us all in [G] chains, said the scum from the New [C] York Times.
[F] _ _
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ _
Now you can't say that my words are treason, [F] cause my land [C] belongs to me.
And to every era there's a season, and we're making [Am] history.
[C] All you bastards better get to running, [F] cause you'll be swinging from [C] every tree.
[F] And it ain't even [C] me that you're gonna have [G] to flee, it's Generation [C] Z.
Get em!
And every kid's a media, [Am] his yelling tremble, you're the devil.
[C] All the fake news is shaking in [D] his shoes, ringing their [G] hands.
I gotta say, [F] man, in every [C] ghetto, [F] politicians cowering [C] in his prime.
[F] And I won't be [C] amazed if they throw us all in [G] chains, said the scum from the New York [C] Times.
Oh, every kid's a media, [Am] his yelling tremble, you're the devil.
[C] All the fake news is shaking in his [G] shoes, ringing [D] their hands.
[G] I gotta say, [F] man, in every [C] ghetto, [F] politicians cowering [C] in his prime.
[F] And I won't be [C] amazed if they throw us all in [G] chains, said the scum from the [C] New York Times.