The Money Gets Bigger chords by Trevor Sensor

Intro:
4 measures of C

Verse 1:
C
Small town kids and World War Three and the
Am                                           F
Money's gettin' bigger but noone can come to see
                               Em      G
the burning forest through the trees

C
Mother packs her lunch and says goodbye and
Am                               F
Childhood days are drawn just to die
                   Em    G
But noone seems to try

F                                    C
They find themselves alone feeling unclean
F                                 G      G7
They search in themselves for meaning

Chorus:
C                             Am
Tonight, I'm gonna be someone tonight
                     F
I'm gonna be someone tonight
                     G
I'm gonna be someone tonight
                     C
I'm gonna be someone tonight

Interlude:
4 measures of C

Verse 2:
C
Everybody hates they're: not the ones to
Am                           F
Be adored and touched by the sun
                     Em     G
To be famous just because

C
But the hate is drowned by the constant sound of the
Am                                        F
Fathers who beat their winves who ain't around
                      Em    G
To be served a decent meal

         F                       C
And the children dream of better days
      F                                G     G7
Where all they do is play their little games
        F                        C
And the generations come to only fall
        F                                          G    G7
And ya come to find that nothin' really matters at all

Chorus: x2
C                             Am
Tonight, I'm gonna be someone tonight
                     F
I'm gonna be someone tonight
                     G
I'm gonna be someone tonight
                     C
I'm gonna be someone tonight

Verse 3:
C
Well the hate is drowned by the frequent sounds of
C
Everybody turning to look around
Am
Away from the days when they felt O.K.
Am
And everybody's waiting for something to say
F
The time is come for a chosen one
F
The prophesied , the empty lies
G
The media makes the other ties:
G                    G7
Your mother says to cover...

C
Well the hate is drowned by the frequent sounds of
C
Everybody turning to look around
Am
Away from the days when they felt O.K.
Am
Everybody's waitin' for somethin' to say
F
The time has come for a chosen one
F
The prophesied, the empty lies
G
The media makes the other ties:
G
You mother says to cover your eyes

Outro:
C  Am  F  G x3