Propagandhi – Fuck Machine

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- Pre Bridge - (just keep doing this pattern until the bridge comes in)
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- Verse -
F A A# C
It's something physical. It's a conditioned reaction and
it's something physical. It's a conditioned attraction but

- Chorus -
D A#II FII D A#II FII
have I finally escaped? Will my eyes no longer rape the innocent
womyn, chylren, humyn beings??? See the pain that it brings.
shallow, superficial decision(s). Real beauty obscured by my tunnel-vision.

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- Chorus -
D A#II FII D A#II FII
But this just in!! Bikini film at 10:00!!
D A#II FII D# D A#II
The female anchor just smiles and shrugs it off, "Boys will be

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boys!!" But do you really want to be our fucking toys?

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D A#II FII D A#II FII
And in again, just condone it with a grin.
D A#II FII D# D A#II
Sit back and idly chat, smile, prove you're just a fuck machine.

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Is that what you really want to fucking be?

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- Bridge - (root position "open" chords)
C Am G F
Conditioned reaction. Conditioned attraction.
Conditioned suggestion. Conditioned rejection.

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- Build up - (octaves, let ring, last octave cuts short)
C D EII GII
And yet again, subjecting women. The female anchor's fist finally clinched,
"I'm not you're fucking toy!!!!"

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- Chorus -
D A#II FII D A#II FII
And though I long to embrace, I will not replace my priorities:
humour, opinion, a sense of compassion, creativity and a distaste for fashion.