[Intro] [Drums: Heavy 8th-note closed hi-hats, mechanical snare on 2 and 4] [Distorted, fuzzy bass riff—driving and relentless] [Clean high-pitched guitar: Rhythmic, staccato 16th-note picking—dry and sharp] [Verse 1] [Instrumentation: Bass, Drums, and rhythmic clean-plucked guitar only] [Monotone, deadpan vocals] Records burn, to keep the story straight, There’s a feast, on the plate, War and peace, peace and war, A prison of hearts, behind a locked door. [Chorus 1] [Guitars explode: Full wall of distortion] I’m a rebel from the waist down, I’m a fake from sun up to sun down. I’m a rebel in the party line, But I’m doing just fine, yeah I’m doing just fine. It’s a dirty little secret, a political act, The only thing that’s real is a physical fact. Pink coral in a sky of glass, Some things were never meant to last. [Verse 2] [Instrumentation drops back to Bass, Drums, and staccato clean picking] I got the sugar, And coffee in my bag, I’m just a traitor, a ripple in the flag, I’ve played the part, A loyal fanatic, I’m the undisputed queen, I'm automatic. [Chorus 2] [Guitars explode: Maximum distortion intensity] I’m a rebel from the waist down, I’m a fake from sun up to sun down. I’m a rebel in the party line, But I’m doing just fine, yeah I’m doing just fine. It’s a dirty little secret, a political act, The only thing that’s real is a physical fact. Pink coral in a sky of glass, Some things were never meant to last. [Bridge] [Drum breakdown: Focus on Kick drum and Floor Toms] [Clean guitar: Slow, deliberate rhythmic picking—dry and isolated] "We are the dead," don't be dramatic, The way I feel is cinematic. You’re a "thought-criminal," I’m just a "slut," Living in a world where no door is shut. (Chant: War is peace... war is peace... ) I’m a rebel from the waist down, I’m a fake from sun up to sun down. I’m a rebel in the party line, But I’m doing just fine, yeah I’m doing just fine. It’s a dirty little secret, a political act,
