Year Of The Boomerang Chords by Rage Against The Machine

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[Dm] _ _ [G] The [E] sisters are in [D] the front [Em] line.
See, that's better than 80s in the [D] Haiti state [E] of mind.
Pass me in the glasses for a black [D] trunk [E] shot.
Street incarcerated, the curriculum's a sellout.
I'm swimming in half-truths and the [D] men want [E] to spit.
Suck the cuffs, separate [D] the healthy from the sick.
[E] Who made me on a scale?
[D] Smelling burnt [E] skin.
It's dark now in knockout when I'm [D] screaming,
[G] Fuck with it.
Some smoke locked in [E] the back,
so [D] it's off the [E] right.
It's slave by the mother.
[D] Talk about [E] my birthright.
I'm scared of that bitch,
so I'm not running [D] into [E] hell.
She won't grip the granite like Traynor
[D] and pass the [E] shelf, so [D] I blast me.
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_ _ [F] _ [G] _ [F] _ _ [Cm] Power to [E] the people.
My career [D] is done to [E] die,
so [C] I'm going [Em] out.
I'm heavy, sort of [D] like [E] Mount Pie.
The five centuries of [D] penitentiary,
[E] so let the guilty hang.
[D] In [N] a year of the camarade,
I got [D] no fun, honey, but [D#] y'all wanna keep coming.
_ [Em] So let the guilty hang.
I got no fun, honey, but y'all wanna [D] keep coming.
[E] In a [D#] year of the camarade,
I [Em] got no fun, honey, but y'all wanna keep coming.
_ _ So let [D] the guilty hang.
I got [E] no fun, honey, but y'all wanna keep coming.
_ In a year of [F#] the camarade, _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ What the fuck is wrong _ with _ you?
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[Am] _ _ [F] _ [G] _ [F] _ [C] The [E] sisters are in,
such is the [D] front [E] line.
The specter 80s in the [D] Haiti state [E] of mind.
Sex being neglected for [D] a late [E] book shot.
Free to incarcerated,
[D] curriculum for [C] self-locked.
Swimming [E] in half-proof,
[D] makes you wanna [E] spit.
It's what the consumer ate,
[D] the healthy [E] for the sick.
You weigh me on a scale,
I'm [D] smelling burnt [E] skin.
[F] It's dark [E] now and I bow,
and I'm [D] screaming [Em] for a bit.
Cause I'm still locked in the [D] doctrines of the [Em] right.
It's slave-bind dogma.
[D] Talk about [Em] my work right.
Yeah, that every corner running into hell's gate.
So I'm gripping [B] a cannon like banana,
past the shelf of my [E] classmates.
All [D] power to [E] the people, yeah, yeah.
And I'm washing right to make [D] a line in [E] time.
I'm small, well now heavy.
[D] With [E] _
the five centuries [D] of [E] penitentiarys.
_ In [D] a [E] year, I've left a [G] boomerang…
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_ [D] So [G] let the guilty _ [D] _
[E] _ [G] hang…
_ In a year, I've left a _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] boomerang…
So [G] let the guilty [D] hang.
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[D] _ _ [G] In a year I've left a [F#] _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _
_ boomerang…
_ _ [F#m] Wubba! _
Wubba!
Wubba! _ _ _ _
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Wubba! _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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