The Restaurant chords

While moo[A]nlighting in the service of the bourgois elite,
I caught [D]lunch with a party of psuedo-environ[A]mental executives,
because I [E]heard they'd pick up the bill.
And then the [A]billionaire took his seat at the head of the [D]table
and wiped his ass with the dignity of the polynesian [A]waiter,
(who had only been misheard), but was [E]subject to abuse. And I got [A]caught.

[A] [D] [A] [E] [A] [D] [A] [E]

And I got [A]caught. I was caught in a crisis of procedure,
what I [D]knew but forgot in the comforts of leisure,
on re[A]view of the charts, all the facts and the figures:
ONLY [E]LACK OF RECOGNITION WILL DISCREDIT OUR LEADERS.
And the [A]conflict lies on you: all the waiters of the [D]world please spit in the soup,
and the billion[A]aires might finally get what's [E]coming.
When the dish[A]washers of the world all mouth off to their boss,
then the [D]latter that they build that they started on top
might [A]fall because it rests on you. and the [E]shit that you go through
just to stay a[Bm]liv[D]e.[A] [E] [Bm] [D] [A] [E]
[Bm]1000 miles a[D]way, another conflict I'd been [A]through
about the innocence of the [E]criminal when the victim is [Bm]you.
and the tendency to [D]justif[A]y a law that's [E]flawed. and I got [A]caught.

I was caught in the crisis of my company.
What I [D]knew, they did not, but I guess there's always something.
There was a [A]girl and a cop, and they wouldn't even talk to me. I got [E]caught.
And the [A]conflict lies on you,
all the waiters of the [D]world please spit in the soup.
and punk kids, [A]please think about what you're [E]doing.
When the dish[A]washers of the world all mouth off to their boss,
then the [D]latter that they built, it might finally fall,
because you [A]know it all rests on you,
and the [E]shit that you go through just to stay [Bm]ali[D]ve[A] .