Screeching Weasel
BoogadaBoogadaBoogada
Dingbat
G D# A# D
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| G 7 8 10 8 7 |
| D 8 7 10 8 7 |
| A 10 10 10 10 8 |
| E |
G D# A# D G D# A# D
Dingbat. She's a dingbat.
D D# A# E
Always walking in to trees
D D# A# E
Wakes me up to ask if I'm asleep
D D# A# E
Sits around stares in to space
D D# E
Oh God I hate her face cause
G D# A# D G D# A# D
she's a dingbat. She's a dingbat.
D D# A# E
Her dumbness really bothers me
D D# A# E
Brainless questions constantly
D D# A# E
I wish shut her mouth, give me a break
D D# E
Oh God I hate her face, I hate her face.
G D# A# D
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| E 3 3 6 6 5 |
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| D 8 7 10 8 7 |
| A 10 10 10 10 8 |
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G D# A# D G D# A# D
Dingbat. She's a dingbat.
D D# A# E
She lives alone in her own world
D D# A# E
Naive wide-eyed little girl
D D# A# E
Dosen't care the world's a mess
D D# E
She's such a waste of flesh, a waste of flesh
(G string: --5-3-2- )
G D# E
a waste of flesh
...G
Love
G C D
G C D
I don't wanna call you and take you to the show
G C D
I don't wanna go on dates with you, and write you sappy notes
A C D
Cause I don't need the hassles, I don't need the headaches too
G D C D B C
And I don't wanna be in love with you
G D C D B C
And I don't wanna be in love with you
G D C D B D
And I don't wanna be in love with you
G D C D B C
And I don't wanna be in love with you
G C D
I don't wanna take you for walks on the beach
G C D
I don't want you hanging on me like a leech
A C D
Cause I know what you're trying, I know what you're trying to do
G D C D B C
And I don't wanna be in love with you
G D C D B C
And I don't wanna be in love with you
G D C D B D
And I don't wanna be in love with you
G D C D B C
And I don't wanna be in love with you
C D G B
Love is a waste of my time, Don't waste my time cause
C D G
I've got better things to do
C D G B
To you love is just games, and Googly eyeed teen romance
C D
That's why I don't wanna be in love with you
A D E
I don't wanna think about you everyday
A D E
I don't wanna shower and put on aftershave
B D E
Cause love is for assholes, Yeah love is for assholes it's true
A E D E C# D
And I don't wanna be in love with you
A E D E C# D
And I don't wanna be in love with you
A E D E C# E
And I don't wanna be in love with you
A E D E C# D C# B A
And I don't wanna be in love with you
Zombie
F# F F# F F# F F# F
F# B E B
F# B E B
You left me there at the shopping mall, you left me standing
F# B E B
All I had was some potato chips, a can of warm beer, and a face full of zits
F# B E B
Then a barrel full of slime rolled over me, I was burning
F# B E B
So now I am the living dead, and I am gonna have your head
A B
tonight
F# E F#
I want your brain!
F# B E B
F# B E B
I'm a zombie now and I'm gonna get you baby
F# B
Gonna step on your head, gonna break your bones,
E B
Gonna rip your eyes out from their holes
F# B E B
I'm gonna get you baby
F# B E B A B
Don't try to give me your excuse, I just wanna get back at you
F# E F#
I want your brain
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| D 11 9 9 11p9 9 11 |
| A 9 |
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| E 2 |
A B F# E F#
F# B E B
F# B E B
I'm a zombie now and I'm gonna get you baby
F# B
Gonna step on your head, gonna break your bones,
E B
Gonna rip your eyes out from their holes
F# B E B
I'm gonna get you baby
F# B E B A B
Don't try to give me your excuse, I just wanna get back at you
F# E F#
I want your brain
This Ain't Hawaii
G D F E
G D F E
The girls are on the beach in their string bikinis
G D F E
The guys are struttig proudly showing off their weenies
G D F E
Top 40 garbage spewing expensive radios
E G D F E D G
As they primp their pampered bodies and put schnozzguard on their nose
D E D G
This ain't hawaii
D E D G
This ain't hawaii
D E D G
This ain't hawaii
D E D G D
This ain't hawaii
G D F E
G D F E
Prep school blondes and musclemen with perfect heinies
G D F E
There's more money on this beach than all the tea in china
G D F E
Thie girls all look like Nancy Drew, the boys like Jim McMahon
E G D F E D G
And their fat, white, ugly parents look like Morey Amsterdam
D E D G
This ain't hawaii
D E D G
This ain't hawaii
D E D G
This ain't hawaii
D E D G D
This ain't hawaii
G D F E
E A E B A E
G D F E
G D F E
In droves they hit the beach in Porches and Ferraris
G D F E
The sun has cooked their brain they're on a surf safari
G D F E
The Lake is full of creepy snobs, I stare to get annoyed
E
This isn't Honolulu, this is Illinois
G D F E
They're surfing in Wilmette
We Skate
E C A
We skate - we are cool
E C A
We skate - we are straight
E C A
We skate - helluv raw
E C A
We skate - fuck the law
G
We are skaters tired and true
B
Lookout we'll run over you
E C A
We skate - we are cool
E C A
We skate - we can mosh
E C A
We skate - thrashin' mad
E C A
We skate - helluv rad
G
We are skaters tired and true
B
Lookout we'll run over you
E
We Skate
Police Insanity
G A (x4) A# C
G A (x8)
G A G A
Another cop another gun
G A G A
Another way to end my fun
G A G A
Another fucking power game
G A G A
Hate in Law enforcement name
A# C
Black and white or gold and blue, My good time is a job for you
G A (x8)
G A G A
Do you enjoy the fear you cause
G A G A
By pulling out your book of laws
G A G A
Without me you would have no job
G A G A
You're full of shit you macho cop
A# C
Installing paranoia in so called protected citizens
G A (x8) A# C
G A (x8) A# C
G A (x8)
G A G A
Another badge a riot stick
G A G A
Another chance to get your kicks
G A G A
Sworn to serve and to protect
G A G A
Don't ever ask for my respect
A# C
Got picked on when you were a kid. Don't take it out on me you dick!
G A (x4)
A# C
Police insanity don't take it out on me
G A (x4)
A# C A# A
Police insanity don't take it out on me
Stupid Over You
E ...A ...B ...A ...E ...A ...B ...A
| e |
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| D 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 7 6 |
| A 9 7 |
| E |
E C# B
Madonna I'm in love. It dosen't make too much sense
E C# B
But when I saw you on TV. This sounds so ridiculous
A B
But I can't help the way I feel when I look at your chubby face
E C# B
E C# B
E C# B
Sandra I don't understand How you always do it
E C# B
The world's most lucky man is either Jerry Lewis
A B
or David Letterman. I wish I was your late night man, cause
E A C# B
I get so stupid over you
E A C# B
I get so stupid over you
E A C# B
I get so stupid over you
E A C# B
I get so stupid over you
E C# B
| e |
| B 10 10 9 9 10 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 7 |
| G 9 9 9 9 9 | (x2) |
| D |
| A |
| E |
A B
| e |
| B 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 9 9 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 9 9 |
| G 9 9 |
| D |
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| E |
E A C# B
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| B 10 10 10 9 9 7 9 7 |
| G 9 9 | (x4) |
| D |
| A |
| E |
E C# B
Even though you're big and famous in movies and TV
E C# B
Can the three of us go out and see midget wrestling
A B
Cause hanging out with you would definately be my dream come true
E A C# B
I get so stupid over you
E A C# B
I get so stupid over you
E A C# B
I get so stupid over you
E A C# B
I get so stupid over you
| e |
| B |
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| D 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 7 6 |
| A 9 7 |
| E |
| e |
| B |
| G | (x8) |
| D 9 9 7 6 |
| A 9 7 |
| E |
E A C# B
I get so stupid over you
E A C# B
I get so stupid over you
E A C# B
I get so stupid over you
E A C# B E
I get so stupid over you
Runaway
B A
As I walk along I wonder what went wrong
G F#
With our love, a love that was so strong
B A
And as I still walk on I think of the things we've done
G F#
together, while our hearts were young
B
I'm a-walking in the rain
G#
tears are falling and I feel a pain
B
Wishin' you were here by me
G#
to end this misery and I
B
wonder. I wa-wa-wa-wa-
G#
wonder
B
why, why-why-why-why-why
G#
she ran away, and I
E
wonder where she will
F#
stay-yay,
B E B F# B
my little Runaway, a-run-run-run-run-runaway.
I Hate Led Zeppelin
B A C A#
B A C A# B
D D# D D# D D# D D# B
D D# D D# D D# D D# B
D D# D D# D D# D D# B
Robert Plant is a slimy fuck
D D# D D# D D# D D# B
John Bonham man, he really sucked
D D# D D# D D# D D# B
Those greedy fuckers, those phoney shits
D D# D D# D D# D D# B
They made their money off idiots
B A C A#
I hate Led Zeppelin
B A C A# B
I hate Led Zeppelin
D D# D D# D D# D D# B
D D# D D# D D# D D# B
D D# D D# D D# D D# B
12 dollar concerts were all the rage
D D# D D# D D# D D# B
They bought cocaine for Jimmy Page
D D# D D# D D# D D# B
"Stairway to Heaven" makes me see red
D D# D D# D D# D D# B
Bonzo's buried, only three more left
B A C A#
I hate Led Zeppelin
B A C A# B
I hate Led Zeppelin
My Right
| e 5h7 7 7 7 5h7 7 7 5h7 7 7 |
| B |
| G | (x6) |
| D |
| A |
| E |
| e 5/7 7 7 7 7 7 7 7 7 /9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 /10 10 10 10 9 7 10 9 7 5 |
| B |
| G |
| D |
| A |
| E |
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| B |
| G |
| D |
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B F# G E
My right to say what I want, and think the way I wanna think.
B F# G E
My right I wanna speak my mind. My right to yell my right to scream.
B F# G E
My right no one's ever gonna tell me what I have to do.
B F# G E
I'll live my life the way I want. I don't care about your little world
B A E
And I can't believe you're telling me
G
What's good for me how do you know what's good?
B A E
And I can't believe you're telling me
G
What to believe, get away from me - my right
B F# G E
B F# G E
No matter what I do, to you It's always one big mistake
B F# G E
Well I'm sick of you I know I'm right you sleazy money grubbing fake
B F# G E
My right my life my soul my mind my body my existence means
B F# G E
That I don't have to listen to you. It's my right cause I'm a human being
B A E
And I can't believe you're telling me
G
What's good for me how do you know what's good?
B A E
And I can't believe you're telling me
G
What to believe, get away from me - my right
(play the second part of the intro) (play the same chord progression as the chorus)
B F# G E
B F# G E
My right to say what I want, and think the way I wanna think.
B F# G E
My right I wanna speak my mind. My right to yell my right to scream.
B F# G E
My right my life my soul my mind my body my existence means
B F# G E
That I don't have to listen to you. It's my right cause I'm a human being
B A E
And I can't believe you're telling me
G
What's good for me how do you know what's good?
B A E
And I can't believe you're telling me
G
What to believe, get away from me - my right
B A E
And I can't believe you're telling me
G
What's good for me how do you know what's good?
B A E
And I can't believe you're telling me
G B
What to believe, get away from me - my right
Nicaragua
B D A B D A
I don't give a fuck about nicaragua
B D A B D A
I don't give a shit about the President
B D A B D A
I don't care about suburban white kids
B D A B D A
Trying to show they've got compassion
G C B D A B D A
Politics are boring
G C B D A B D A
Politics are fucking boring
B D A B D A
Philosophizing propoganda spewing
B D A B D A
Teenage armchair revolutionaries
B D A B D A
What's the problem? What's the matter?
B D A B D A
You're sitting there getting fatter
G C
You say that you hate capitalism
B D A B D A
And won't you compromise
G C
But when you're out of cigarettes
The funny thing is your butt's full of jizz
B D A B D A
You pompous ass your moral outrage
B D A B D A
Gives me a fucking headache
B D A B D A
Closed your mind got all the answers
B D A B D A
Don't even realize you're an asshole
G C B D A B D A
If you had any brains I guess you'd see
G C B D A B D A
You're a narrow minded judgemental left wing nazi
G C B D A
I don't give a fuck about Nicarauga
G C B D A
I don't give a fuck about Nicarauga
G C B D A
I don't give a fuck about Nicarauga
G C B D A
I don't give a fuck about Nicarauga
Sunshine
F# C#
| e |
| B |
| G 11 |
| D 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 |
| A 9 9 9 9 9 9 11 11 11 11 11 11 |
| E 9 9 9 9 9 9 |
F# C#
It might seem like we're not the only ones to tell you, but
F# C#
who's in charge of your destiny Some dumb fucker or is it you
D# C# B C#
know It's not what's in between your legs But what's inside your head that counts
D# C#
You say you're worthless, but
B C#
I see through the bullshit, I see through the bullshit
F# C#
You're not helpless you can stand on your own two feet
F# C#
So why do you let yourself be treated like a fucking piece of meat
D# C# B C#
You call it life I call it rape, I call it prostitution
D# C# B C#
I don'w know why you hate yourself, cause you're not ugly at all
B
So let the sunshine in
F#
And chase away your blues
C#
'Cause smilers never lose
F#
and frowners never win
B
So let the sunshine in
F#
I know it's fucking hard
C#
But now it's time to try and start to
F# C# F#
Let the sunshine in
F# C#
So when you feel fucked up like your life is in the gutter
F# C#
Think about it for a minute, it's what you say that matters
D# C# B C#
Don't call it life, call it rape, call it prostitution
D# C# B C#
And you won't have to hate yourself Beacause you know you're a beautiful person
B
So let the sunshine in
F#
And chase away your blues
C#
'Cause smilers never lose
F#
and frowners never win
B
So let the sunshine in
F#
I know it's fucking hard
C#
But now it's time to try and start to
F# C#
Let the sunshine in
F# - C# - D# - B
The sun's gonna shine on you
(First 4 are palm-muted; repeat until song ends)
| e |
| B |
| G | (x8) |
| D 8 8 9 8 |
| A 9 9 9 11 11 11 11 |
| E |
| e |
| G |
| D | (x4) |
| A 8h9 9 9 9 9 9 9 |
| E |
I Wanna Be Naked
C# - B - C# - B - C# - B - C#
C# B
I wanna be naked I wanna be nude
C# B
I wanna walk around in my birthday suit
A B C#
Nude.
C# B
No more funny looks about the way I dress
C# B
I'll show the whole world my nakedness
A B C#
ness
C# E A B
I don't need no hangups, I wanna be naked
C# E A B
I don't need no hangups, I wanna be naked
C# - B - C# - B - C# - B - C#
C# B
Don't wanna make a fashion statement pose
C# B
I wanna walk down the street without any clothes
A B C#
clothes
C# B
I won't waste no time deciding what to wear
C# B
Every day I'll dress the same - completely bare
A B C#
Bare
C# E A B
I don't need no hangups, I wanna be naked
C# E A B
I don't need no hangups, I wanna be naked
C# - B - C# - B - C# - B - C#
C# F# G# C#
Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba, I wanna be naked!
C# F# G# C#
Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba, I wanna be naked!
C# B
I don't care if it's against the law
C# B
I wanna live my life in the raw
A B C#
Raw.
C# B
Naked as a jaybird all the time
C# B
Bold and brave and no tan lines
C# E A B
I don't need no hangups, I wanna be naked
C# E A B
I don't need no hangups, I wanna be naked
C# E A B
I don't need no hangups, I wanna be naked
C# E A B C#
I don't need no hangups, I wanna be naked
Ashtray
Main riff
A - D - G - C
A G D G C [main riff]
I can't pay the rent, the 20 bucks I made last week's already spent
A G D G C [main riff]
The landlord's at the door and there's dried beer and cigarette butts on the floor
C G C [main riff]
Can't seem to go to work and let some fucker treat me like a piece of dirt
C G
Get out of bed at noon, my head is fucking screwed
D
And my life is really going down the tubes
I dont know what the fuck to do
[main riff]
A G D G C [main riff]
Got half a pack of cigarettes and my wallet is completely bare again
A G D G C [main riff]
I might be broke but I don't care, I just watch TV in my baggy underwear
C G D G C [main riff]
Monday morning 9:00, I gotta get out and start looking for a job
C G
I don't want a career, I got enough to deal with here
D
And I shelled out my last 7 bucks for beer
I don't know what the fuck to do
[main riff]
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| B 14 12 14 12 15 15 15 15 15 15 |
| G 14 14 12h14 12h14 | x2 |
| D |
| A |
| E |
| e |
| B |
| G 12 9 9 12 9 9 12 9 12 9 |
| D 12 10 12 12 10 12 |
| A |
| E |
| e |
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| G 12 9 9 12 9 9 14 14 14 14 14 |
| D 12 10 12 12 10 12 |
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| E |
A G D G C [main riff]
I see the room before my eyes, a piece of rotten pizza covered up with flies
A G D G C [main riff]
This just ain't the life for me, don't wanna end up like Lenny, Jake and Jesse
C G D G C [main riff]
Can't seem to go to work and let some fucker treat me like a piece of dirt
C G
Get out of bed at noon, my head is fucking screwed
D
And my life is really going down the tubes
I don't know what the fuck to do
[main riff]
American Suicide
F# - C# - D
F# - C# - D
She fucked up again
F# - C# - D
She doesn't want to live anymore
F# - C# - D
The suicide was so grotesque
F# - C# - D
So she is gonna take the slow way out
B C#
she's got a problem, she grabs a bottle
F# G F# G F#
American Suicide
B C#
She knows she's gotta, she doesn't wanna
F# G F# G F#
American Suicide
F# - C# - D
She fucked up again
F# - C# - D
She tells them she's just havin' fun
F# - C# - D
Another party another Friday night
F# - C# - D
And now she's gonna be a mommy
B C#
she's got a problem, and who's the father
F# G F# G F#
American Suicide
B C#
There's no solution except abortion
F# G F# G F#
American Suicide
B C#
she's got a problem, she grabs a bottle
F# G F# G F#
American Suicide
B C#
There's no solution except abortion
F# G F# G F#
American Suicide
Psychiatrist
| e |
| B |
| G 7 7 8 8 7 7 |
| D 9 9 |
| A |
| E |
B
Johnny got upset and drank a bottle of Sea Breeze
D A
Mommy figured out he wasn't too happy
B
The family looks nice beu they're rotting inside
D A
They all hate eachother but nobody knows why
B
So they go to the shrink he says, "You're very nice people
D A
but Johnny causes problems and negative feelings,
B
he really needs help, and then mommy starts crying.
D A
"But if you give me your checkbook we can hospitalize him."
E D A B A B
Made dependent on a doctor for your mental hell; psychiatrist
E D A B A B
The ritulin pills are gonna make you well; psychiatrist
E D A B A B
nonstop bliss, your emotional fix; psychiatrist
E D A B A B
Then give daddy the bill for the therapy swill; psychiatrist
| e |
| B |
| G 7 7 8 8 7 7 |
| D 9 9 |
| A |
| E |
B
Your doc is your drug he's got your medication
D A
He gets through to you better when you're under sedation
B
Something from your past that he won't let relax
D A
You wish you were dead but he makes your time last
B
So you sit in the day room and watch a TV
D A
You're never alone, under close scrutiny
B
Don't cause any problems, you'll end up on your back
D A
Chock full of thorazine and trapped like a rat
E D A B A B
Made dependent on a doctor for your mental hell; psychiatrist
E D A B A B
The ritulin pills are gonna make you well; psychiatrist
E D A B A B
nonstop bliss, your emotional fix; psychiatrist
E D F#
Then give daddy the bill for the therapy swill; psychiatrist
| e |
| B |
| G 7 7 8 8 7 7 |
| D 9 9 |
| A |
| E |
Mad at the Paperboy
D# - D - F# - D
D# D F# D
Mad at the paper boy that little nerd
D# D F# D
Can't throw a paper straight, the spastic twerp
D# D F# D
Hit me in the head with the Daily Sun
D# D F# D
Then he laughed like a maniac, the smart ass runt
C F#
Mad at the paper boy
C F#
Mad at the paper boy
C F#
Mad at the paper boy
C F#
Mad at the paper boy
D# - D - F# - D
D# D F# D
Mad at the paper boy, I'm really not amused
D# D F# D
Gotta wear a football helmet if I wanna read the news
D# D F# D
He threw the morning paper in the middle of the grass
D# D F# D
Then he rode by on his bicycle and kicked me in the ass
C F#
Mad at the paper boy
C F#
Mad at the paper boy
C F#
Mad at the paper boy
C F#
Mad at the paper boy
D# - D - F# - D
OI!
D# - D - F# - D
ARGH!
D# - D - F# - D
HIT THE DECK!!
D# - D - F# - D
C F#
Mad at the paper boy
C F#
Mad at the paper boy
C F#
Mad at the paper boy
C F#
Mad at the paper boy
I Love to Hate
A G C D
A G C D
Love to hate I love to hate
A G C D
Got hate on my dinner plate
A G C D
I love to hate, I love to hate
A G C D
A feeling that is really great
A G C D
I'm one when I am... ??????
A G C D
?????? ...quite deserved
A G C D
Don't need a reason, fuck that shit
A G C D
No matter what I'll have a fit.
F D C A G C D
I love to hate you.
F D C A G C D
I love to hate you.
A G C D
Love to hate. I love to hate.
A G C D
Deck the halls with Sharon Tate
A G C D
Love to hate I love to hate
A G C D
Assasinate, decapitate
A G C D
I need a dog that I can kick
A G C D
I need some to make me sick
A G C D
The girl that fills me with disgust
A G C D
Will be the object of my lust
F D C A G C D
I love to hate you.
F D C A G C D
I love to hate you.
A G C D
F D C A G C D
I love to hate you.
F D C A G C D
I love to hate you.
A G C D
I love to hate you.
A G C D
I love to hate you.
A G C D
I love to hate you.
More Problems
Riff 1
E - F# - E - D - C - D E - F# - E - G - F#
Riff 2
| e |
| B |
| G 2 2 2 4 5 7 7 7 5 7 7 7 5 7 7 7 5 |
| D 2 2 2 4 5 7 7 7 |
| A 2 2 2 4 5 |
| E |
| e |
| B |
| G 7 7 7 5 5 7 7 7 5 7 7 7 5 7 7 7 5 5 |
| D 7 7 7 5 7 5 7 7 7 7 5 7 5 |
| A 7 7 |
| E |
[riff 1]
You were once a nice suburban girl until mom and dad gave you their special love
[riff 1]
You wanted to tell them something personal, but the exact words you couldn't think of
[riff 1]
So you cut and dyed your hair during an overdose of parental advice
[riff 1]
Now they're wondering where they went wrong, and what happened to the friends they liked
B
[riff 2]
Now you're a punk rocker with another set of problems
How to come up with money to feed yourself
[riff 1]
Now you're one rude punk rocker. Hair dyed and tattoos everywhere
[riff 1]
There's no going back you realize, But you wish it could be better
[riff 1]
Your drinking all your problems away With goons who treat you like shit
[riff 1]
For a while you said you enjoyed it, But you keep thinking there's more than this
B
[riff 2]
Now you're a punk rocker with another set of problems.
How to enjoy yourself without losing it?
[riff 1]
You say you've got your life tied up, But is it with something around your arm?
[riff 1]
You know everything you need to know, But is it just enough to keep you outta harm?
[riff 1]
You say you know what you want, But will getting it be that easy?
[riff 1]
Your enjoying yourself you say, But wasn't it more easy when you had more opportunities?
B
[riff 2]
Now you're a punk rocker with a shit load of problems
Who you gonna turn to when your life gets smashed in?
| e |
| B |
| G 2 2 2 4 5 7 7 7 5 | x2 |
| D 2 2 2 4 5 7 |
| A 2 2 2 4 5 |
| E |
B
Supermatket Fantasy
G# - C - F - D#
G# C F
I went through the automatic doors. My shopping cart ran in to hers
D#
Our eyes met for a second, then she turned away
G# C F
And after just a little while I went in to the canned goods aisle
D#
And there she was just standing there smiling
C# G# C# G# C#
I was hoping she'd look at me, But she was checking out the lima beans
G# D#
And artichoke, my heart was broken in pieces
By my supermarket fantasy
G# C F
I didn't want to seem obsessed. I checked Farina off my list,
D#
But I couldn't keep my mind off those perfect lips
G# C F
I saw her start to walk my way. Thought that everything would be ok
D#
Then I ran in to the cocoa puffs display
C# G# C# G# C#
I hurried to the checkout line, wishing I could push back time
G# D#
I looked around and she was right behind me
My supermarket fantasy
| e 8 9 8 8 9 8 9 8 |
| B 9 9 11 9 11 9 9 9 11 9 11 9 11 9 9 9 11 |
| G 10 |
| D |
| A |
| E |
| e 9 8 9 8 |
| B 11 9 11 9 |
| G |
| D |
| A |
| E |
play twice. then:
| e |
| B 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 8 6 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 8 6 |
| G 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 |
| D |
| A |
| E |
| e |
| B 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 11 11 11 11 11 9 8 6 4 |
| G |
| D |
| A |
| E |
G# C F
I wanna clip your coupons girl. I wanna squeeze your're charming too
D#
I wanna be your grocery bagger forever
G# C F
And we'll go shopping every night, Up and down the empty aisles
D#
And I'll always make sure your melons are ripe
C# G# C# G# C#
But I can't get up the nerve, I can have the best buys in the world
G# D#
But I'll never share a shopping cart with her
My supermarket fantasy
Holy Hardcore
E - B - C - B - B - C - B
E B C B B C B
Holy hardcore jesus christ. Knocking our religious life.
E B C B B C B
Live by Crass, die by the sword. We're punk rock servants of the lord.
E B C B B C B
You say that all you want is peace. The Bible preaches anarchy.
E B C B B C B D
You say that God does not exist. You stupid punker - look at the mess you're in.
E B C B B C B
It's holy hardcore!!!
E B C B B C B
Moshin to the hardcore hymns. The altar boys are in the pit.
E B C B B C B
The deacon's skankin in the pews. I got a bible and I don't need you.
E B C B B C B
Our hair is spiked we're on our knees. Combat boots upon our feet.
E B C B B C B D
Open bible, turn the page. The Reverend Spike is diving off the stage.
E B C B B C B
It's holy hardcore!!!
E B C B B C B
Holy hardcore jesus christ. Knocking our religious life.
E B C B B C B
Live by Crass, die by the sword. We're punk rock servants of the lord.
E B C B B C B
You say that all you want is peace. The Bible preaches anarchy.
E B C B B C B D
You say that God does not exist. You stupid punker - look at the mess you're in.
Professional Distribution
C - G - D - A - B - E - B (x2)
G - A - B (x2)
A / B E B
So you've heard we got the buzz
A / B E B G A
We'll be so famous with you behind us
A / B E B
Will you market us professionally?
A / B E B G A B
Can we be part of the music industry? Please?
G A E G A E
We are the crue and we don't need you
G A E G A B
We are the crue and we don't need you
A / B E B
See, I hate to break the news to you,
A / B E B G A
but we think you're full of shit and ugly too
A / B E B
Hey, you know we really think you suck
A / B E B G A
You won't be making money off of us
A / B E B
Because we got a thing called self-respect
A / B E B G A
Find someone else to kiss your silly ass
A / B E B
You pathetic pear of greedy boobs
A / B E B G A B
it's obvious we really don't need you - don't need you!
G A E G A E
We are the crue and we don't need you
G A E G A B
We are the crue and we don't need you
B G D A B E B
Cause we don't like you
B G D A B E B
And we say fuck you
G A B
Professional distribution
G A B
Professional distribution
G A B
Professional distribution
G A B
Professional distribution
G A B
G A B
G A B
Used Cars
F# D F# D
F# D
Used cars [x4]
C#
No money down sounds good to me. Got monthly payments til I'm 93
F# D
Used cars [x4]
C#
I stopped to look and now I own. A school bus and a '71 Olds.
F# D
E
Zero percent financing
D
I thought I had a steal. Then my
E
transmission dropped, I hit a cop
D E
Oh God! Why did I make this deal?
F# D
Used cars [x4]
C# A F#
Whooaahh!!!! Used Cars!
Hunter
F# - G# - G - A - G# - G
God's creatures carcasses laying all around
Some stupid hick shot them all down
Not for food, not for life, just for fucking fun
I can't wait to see the day when animals carry guns,
when animals carry guns
I believe in UFOs
| e 7 7 7 7 8 8 5 5 |
| B 7 7 7 7 8 8 5 5 |
| G |
| D |
| A |
| E |
B - C - A
B C A
I believe in UFOs
B C A
Baldheaded men with goldfish bowls
B C A
Tied securely round their waists
B C A
Observing us from outer space
F B
I believe in UFO's [x4]
B C A
Men from space invade my dreams
B C A
Simply confirming my beliefs
B C A
The government will not admit
B C A
Another race of man exists
F B
I believe in UFO's [x4]
B C A
Twinkle twinkle UFO
B C A
There are those of us who know
B C A
You're up above us in the sky
B C A
Watching our planet slowly die
F B
I believe in UFO's [x4]
| e 7 7 7 7 8 8 5 5 |
| B 7 7 7 7 8 8 5 5 |
| G |
| D |
| A |
| E |
| e 7 7 7 7 7 7 8 8 8 8 5 5 5 5 12 12 12 12p11 |
| B |
| G |
| D |
| A |
| E |
Hey Suburbia
| e |
| B 0 0 0 0 7 7 5 5 4 7 7 5 5 4 7 7 5 5 4 2 2 2 2 4 2 4 2 4 |
| G |
| D 6 6 6 6 |
| A 7 7 7 7 |
| E |
B
Try and tell us our future's at stake
G#
we're gonna slam dance on your grave
E B F#
cause we don't give a shit about tomorrow
B
You say we're a bunch of lazy bums who just
G#
wanna act stupid and have some fun
E B F#
cause we don't give a shit about tomorrow
B F# E
Hey Suburbia! Hey Suburbia! Hey Suburbia!
We're in love with you!
B
We won't end up like you want us to be
G#
but so what 'cause we're always gonna be happy
E B F#
cause we don't give a shit about tomorrow
B
Tell us we'll regret the things we did
G#
but we're just gonna give you a big wet kiss
E B F#
cause we don't give a shit about tomorrow
B F# E
Hey Suburbia! Hey Suburbia! Hey Suburbia!
We're in love with you!
[intro]
B F#
Hey Suburbia! Hey Suburbia!
E F#
We're in love with you! We're in love with you!