Capo 2nd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

You showed up late with some random guy

Michigan plates and sores on his face

That’s fucked up hun, I guess its your idea of fun

O well o well, here’s to a race well run

Wo-oh wo-oh wo-oh-oh-oh

Now my fingers are killing me

But not writing this song is not an option

No-o-o-o its not at option, oh-oh-oh-oh

If this is getting better, then I give up

Yeah, isn’t any better, I give up

Yeah if this is getting better then I give up

Yeah, isn’t any better, yeah I give up

I dropped dead in your cereal bowl

I was waiting in vain for a telephone call from your

mother, tell me tell me, tell me all about it

And now my heels are blistered

But not walking these blocks is not an option

I left your house, it was it was not an option

Cause if this is getting better then I give up

Yeah isn’t any better I give up

Yeah isn’t any better I give up

Yeah isn’t any better, yeah I give up

Cause if this is getting better then I give up

Give up