I've got the same chord progression
It's an institution you should know
So take your unchecked aggression
And hide it down below
Well, my fingers are hurting
From the same old blues
I've been out there searchin'
In the morning dew
Well, I didn't find nothing
I found something to do
It's not called Satanism
It's the plagiarism blues
It was Sunday evening
Head full of smoke
Dozing off a little bit
Hope I don't choke
Well, I tried to sell my soul to the Devil
But he said he was good to go
He said you've got more problems
Than you'll ever know
That even I don't want you
In your plaid flannel clothes
Go back to your flat-top guitar
Go on down the road
Well, I got some feet down
In my shoes
They're tapping out the time
To the plagiarism blues
Well, my fingers are hurting
From the same old blues
I've been out there searchin'
In the morning dew
Well, I didn't find nothing
I found something to do
It's not called Satanism
It's the plagiarism blues
