The rhythmic pattern of the chord changes in the Verse and Chorus is as follows :(Counting The Beat)4 + 2 + 4 + 2 + 2 + 4 + 2 + 4Accounting For 4 Measures Of 6/4, Divided In 4 + 2 Or 2 + 4 Beats.Pre-Chorus Is Trickier Rhythmically, Technically Still In 6/4 But Some Chords Cross Measures :2 + 3 + 4 + 3 + 2 + 4 + 2 + 42 + 3 + 4 + 3 + 3 + 3And The Last Measure's Chords Change Every Dotted Quarter, Or Every Three 8Th Note.IntroChorusNo One Is Here To Save Your AssEveryone Got Their Own Aches And PainsDeal With Their Own L’s And GainsPlease Be Done With Your Lame Whining AlasPull Up Your Grown Up Pants, Hop On The TrainOf Those Who Use Their BrainVerse 1Somehow You Always Have A Reason WhyYou Are Mistaken For The Sad GuyThe World’s Often Trying To Make You CryMaking Any Path Too Hard To TryToday You’ll Finally Open Your EyesAnd Be Exposed To All Your Littles LiesYou Know Losing That Job Was No SurpriseAnd Your Ex Was No Blessing In DisguisePre-ChorusRepeat After Me And Look At Your Life ChangingYou Hated That Workplace, It Was Not Your CallingThat Jerk Was No Saint, He Was A Demon CrawlingYou’re The One Who Chose To Live That Crap AndChorusNo One Is Here To Save Your AssEveryone Got Their Own Aches And PainsDeal With Their Own L’s And GainsPlease Be Done With Your Lame Whining AlasPull Up Your Grown Up Pants, Hop On The TrainOf Those Who Use Their BrainPost-ChorusBridgeOwn ItChange ItFeel ItDo ItYou CanOwn ItChange ItFeel ItDo ItYou CanAll These Mistakes You Made Along The WayDon’t Need To Be The Bed You Get To Lay InYour Unhappiness Is No Way To PayYou Better Turn Around Your Life Today“I Have No Money”, Well Start Working HoeBut Not The Dead End You Have Tried BeforeCan’t Blame Your Trials On Others AnymoreIt’s Time To Grow Up, It’s Time To SoarPre-ChorusRepeat After Me And Look At Your Life ChangingYou’re The Only One Who Chooses Where You’re GoingBurn You Lame Excuses, You Know They’re UnhelpingJust Decide To Be A Bet-Ter Hu - ManChorusNo One Is Here To Save Your AssEveryone Got Their Own Aches And PainsDeal With Their Own L’s And GainsPlease Be Done With Your Lame Whining AlasPull Up Your Grown Up Pants, Hop On The TrainOf Those Who Use Their BrainPost-ChorusOutro
