Punkrockdyke chords by Gina Young

Chords with lyrics

• Difficulty: Beginner

Key: FF

🎸 Intro:

C majorC FF Am7Am7 FF
C majorC FF Am7Am7 FF



🎸 Verse 1:
C majorC        FF
 You kissed my wrist
         Am7Am7
And my heart just skipped
FF
Yeah my jaw near dropped
C majorC       FF     Am7Am7 FF
 You made my nightmares stop
C majorC      FF   Am7Am7     FF
 Now waking up is okay
I guess
      C majorC         FF    Am7Am7 FF
Except the whole world still wants me dead

🎸 Chorus:
      C majorC
How do you do it? You spit back
Am7Am7      Dm7Dm7
Every time you make me laugh
      FF
You make construction men cry
    C majorC       E minorEm
You're not afraid of anything
      Dm7Dm7      FF     C majorC
You're one badass little punk-rock dyke


🎸 Interlude:
C majorC FF Am7Am7 FF
C majorC FF Am7Am7 FF


🎸 Verse 2:
C majorC       FF         Am7Am7 FF
 Do you ever stop and think of me?
C majorC      FF           Am7Am7 FF
 I think of you when I write graffiti
C majorC      FF          Am7Am7
 I think of you when I'm feeling needy
        FF
When some man harasses me
     C majorC           FF      Am7Am7 FF
If you're on the streets that's where I'll be

🎸 Chorus:
      C majorC
How do you do it? You spit back
Am7Am7      Dm7Dm7
Every time you make me laugh
      FF
You make construction men cry
    C majorC       E minorEm
You're not afraid of anything
      Dm7Dm7   FF
And you're  mine

      C majorC
How do you do it? You spit back
Am7Am7      Dm7Dm7
Every time you get me wet
  FF
You bleed me dry
      C majorC       Am7Am7    Dm7Dm7 FF
You're one badass little punk-rock dyke


🎸 Verse 3:
C majorC       FF       Am7Am7  FF
 If you ever leave I'll be alone
C majorC       FF     Am7Am7 FF
 I'll want to hide and run
C majorC           FF      Am7Am7     FF
 But if I could just know you're okay I'll bet
   C majorC       FF      Am7Am7  FF
I'll be alone but I won't be scared


🎸 Chorus:
      C majorC
How do you do it? You spit back
Am7Am7      Dm7Dm7
Every time you make me laugh
      FF
You make construction men cry
    C majorC       E minorEm
You're not afraid of anything
      Dm7Dm7   FF
And you're  mine

      C majorC
How do you do it? You spit back
Am7Am7      Dm7Dm7
Every time you get me wet
  FF
You bleed me ficking dry
      C majorC       Am7Am7    Dm7Dm7 FF
You're one badass little punk-rock dyke


(Spoken over the intro)
Sometimes when I wake Gina, when I walk down the street, go to work
I can’t help but feel that I’m trapped in a collective nightmare.
That world where I am no one, worn down to nothing. I can lose myself
in a symphony of despair: stares, white noise, white boys, drunk and stumbling.

(Spoken over Chorus 1)
Because women and girls are harassed, beaten, raped, all over the world.
Because we’re expected to not just be kind to our oppressors, to love them,
and to love our oppression, but we are expected and forced to pretend
that sexism is natural and not existing is more than feminism and universalizing.

(Spoken over interlude 1)
The whole world wants me dead too, and you.
We’ve nursed each other, tended the rage, joined the spaces between us,
interjecting internal dialogues of doubt, despair
I scribble and scream, you sing, try to dream.

(Spoken over Verse 2)
And here’s the thing: George Bush learned one person at a time that people don’t matter.
That women don’t matter. That queers don’t matter. That the poor never mattered.
That whole countries just don’t matter. So when I walk down the street
I know what terror really is. How it came to be and how it lives.

(Spoken over Chorus 2)
Because I believe it is imperative that we as feminists take the time to learn
the history of feminism and feminist movements, to study patriarchy as it plays out daily,
to look for the ways that sexism has shaped our movements and continues to influence us
because I believe that we are asked to be kind, respectful, and loving, generous
towards people who are trying to kill us, knife in hand. Because I believe
we need to be on guard because of men on the streets and the courts and the media and the television.

(Spoken over Verse 3 and Chorus 3)
My shoulders and soul squared against each man. Every Bush minus the money.
Any body who thinks it’s funny, sexy, sweet, or fucking friendly to practice or execute
his power over people, women, queers, countries, on my body. You see
G, we know
that domination can be resisted or assisted by our protest or rage or by a silence we stage.
That little bombs drop over Brooklyn and Queens and the Lower East side all the fucking time.
That some men hold the point of power with the ability to shower those bigger bombs that fall
on some less-powerful man’s country. With each hiss, every “hey miss,” “come here baby,”
through tongues, through fingers, through men’s eyes lingering on women’s bodies,
too fucking long and all fucking wrong. And I know that I matter. That you matter.
That women fucking matter. No matter what anyone else says. Or doesn’t say, and hey
I’ll never shut up if you never do, too.