Dropped D tuning E---------------------------------------------------------------------------- B---------------------------------------------------------------------------- G---------------------------------------------------------------------------- D---------------------------------------------------------------------------- A--3h5-----------3h5---------3/5---3h5--------3h5--------5------------------- D--------O--O---------O--O---3/5--------O--O-------O--O-----2---------------- E--------------------------------------------------------------------------- B--------------------------------------------------------------------------- G--------------------------------------------------------------------------- D----------------------------5b-3------------------------------------------- A--3h5-----------3h5---------------5---------------------------------------- D-------O--O----------O--O-------------------------------------------------- Part at end with Flanger E-------------------------------------------------------------------------- B-------------------------------------------------------------------------- G-------------------------------------------------------------------------- D-------------------------------------------------------------------------- A------------------3/5----------------------------------------------------- D---O-O-O-O-O-O-O--3/5----------------------------------------------------- -Lyrics- Rebel, rebel and yell 'Cause our people still dwell in hell Locked in a cell Yes, the structure's a cell Mad is the story I tell How long can we wait Come on, seein' what's at stake Action for reaction If your mind's in a somewhat complacent state Get a check-up This is a stick-up Our freedom or your life I wish I could be peaceful But there can be no sequel Chorus: Now freedom should be fundamental In Johannesburg or South Central On the mic, 'cause someone should tell 'em To kick in the township rebellion Yea, so you thought you could get with the hardlines That fill your mind The thoughts, battles fought And lessons taught Ans I'll display the fitness And flip like a gymnast Raise my fist and resist Asleep, though we stand in the midst Of the war Gotta get mine Gotta get more Keepin' the mic warm against the norm 'Cause what does it offer me I think often it's nothin' but a coffin Gotta get wreck 'Till out necks never swing on a rope From here to the cape of no hope Chorus Why stand On a silent platform Fight the war Fuck the norm