Thought I'd tab this as the other one's quite difficult to understand, work out the muting and strumming patterns for yourselves, it's pretty easy. Intro C G Am F As he lights an American spirit C G He asks how I can smoke such shit Am F C G Am F I say there's nothing like chaining C G G-P-C ciggarettes. Am F Cuz any smokes will kill ya C G But these will make you feel like it. Am F I sit back down, Am C on the parking lot curb G Dm And remember back to February Am C The trip to Hartford G Dm And five minutes ago C G He was passed out on the staircase Am F Trying to make it to his appartment C G but not making it all the way. Am F And now he's driving us C G 100 miles an hour down the interstate Am F Another beer in his hand C G Swearin' we won't be late. Am F That was before everyone moved to New Mexico. Am C They all left a couple of months ago Am C Until the day my friend Am C G Dm When I sleep on the floor of your van again Am C G Dm I'll be waiting in this parking lot, Am C G Dm and in my dreams, I am dirty broke, beautiful, and free. Am C G Am C My hands clenched in a fist, and my face in a smile, after hitching to Dm Am C G Am many miles. C Not really sure whats played here, I just play C G Am F twice over, which fits nicely. We aren't revolutionaries, but we are the revolution. Am C G Dm Am C G Dm And sometimes I think that the whole movement is just me and you Am C G Dm And maybe we'd all be better off if that was true Am C G Dm Cuz then we'd at least know where we stand Am C G Dm And we could tell our comrades apart from the man Am C G Dm cuz if the world isn't that simple C G Maybe this town is at least Am F And if I'm not marching with them for war I'm sure not marching with you for C G Am F peace Class traitor? What fucking ever! C G Am F I'm just another middle class kid, too. C G Am F But if I'm not good at changing, I'm good at self loathing C G Am F So I'll class hate myself with you. C G Am F May our only occupation be not having a job Am C And may the only cocktails that we make be molotov Am C May that day be now, and for as many days after that as we know how Am C G Dm Am C G Dm It starts in this parking lot, Am C G Dm and in my dreams, I am dirty broke beautiful Am C G Am and free. My hands clenched in a fist, and my face in a smile, after C Dm Am C G hitching too many miles. Am C