Standard (EADGBE)

I've tried batches and batches of downers

Bags of grasses from young out-of-towners

I've seen the world through blue tinted glasses

My mustache is making my lip sore

And I've seen all my nightmares before

Well I've talked my way out of some trouble

I ran nose first straight into some more

Where is my stunt double

Rubble has barracaded my door

Each night begins a new day

Please tell me where have I heard that one before

And I've seen all my nightmares before

My eyelashes are heavy and my hands are unsteady