Rent piano leadsheet with chords

How do you document real life when real life's getting more like fiction each day?

Headlines, bread lines blow my mind,

and now this deadline;

eviction or pay.

Rent! How do you write a song when the ev ing sound wrong and though they once sound ed and toright and rare?

But the notes come are to sour.

Where is the power you you once your had to ig oh,

nite the air?

And we're hungry and frozen.

Some life that we've chosen.

How we gonna pay?

How we gonna pay?

How we gonna pay

last year's rent?

How do you start a fire when there's ev ing to burn and it feels like some thing's and tostuck in your

But the Wel come How to can you generate heat when you can't feel thing's feet and ig oh,

turning blue?

And You light up a mean blaze with posters and screenplays.

How we gonna pay?

How we gonna pay?

How we gonna pay

last year's rent?

The music ignites tonight with passionate fire.

The narration crackles and pops with incendiary wit.

Zoom in as they burn the past to the ground,

and I'm feeling the heat of the future's glow.

How do you leave the past behind when it keeps finding ways to get to your heart?

It reaches way down deep and tears you inside out 'til you're torn apart.

Rent! How can you connect in an age where strangers,

landlords, lovers, your own blood cells betray?

What binds the fabric together when the raging,

shifting winds of change keep ripping away.

Draw a line in the sand and then make a stand.

Use your camera to spar, use your guitar.

When they act tough, you call their bluff.

We're not gonna pay.

We're not gonna pay.

We're not gonna pay

last year's rent,

this year's rent,

next year's rent,

rent rent rent rent rent.

We're not gonna pay rent 'cause ev'rything is rent.