Screeching Weasel BoogadaBoogadaBoogada ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dingbat ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- G D# A# D e----------------------------------------| B----------------------------------------| 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 e----------------------------| B----------------------------| G----------------------------| D----------------------------| A-------6-5-3--5-3----3------| E--3--3------------6----6-5--| e----------------------------------------| B----------------------------------------| 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 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 e-------------------------------------------------------------| B-------------------------------------------------------------| G--11-11-13p11-------------------9-9-11p9-----11-11-13p11-----| D--------------11----9-9-11p9-------------9---------------11--| A-----------------------------9-------------------------------| E-------------------------------------------------------------| e-------------------------------------------------| B-------------------------------------------------| G-------------------------------------------------| D--4-4-6p4-----------------2-2-4p2-----4-4-6p4----| A----------4---2-2-4p2-------------2-----------4--| 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---------------------------| B---------------------------| G---------------------------| (x8) 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-----------------------------------------------------------| A-----------------------------------------------------------| E-----------------------------------------------------------| E A C# B e----------------------------| 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--------------------------| G--------------------------| (x8) 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---------------------------------------------------------------------| 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--10-9-7--10-9-7-7-5-5h7-| B-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| G-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| D-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| A-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| 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 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] e---------------------------------------------------| 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-----------------------------------------------------| B-----------------------------------------------------| G---12-9----------9----12-9----------9-14-14-14-14-14-| D--------12-10-12-----------12-10-12------------------| A-----------------------------------------------------| 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