INTRO: Dm [I think] C Well the high school kids they're all fucked up. A Touching each other, oh my god. C Yeah and forty ounces was never enough. A We want to pass out in your yard, we want to pass out. C Dressing in drag your best friend's clothes, A while boys kissed boys in hotel rooms. C Oh and just when we thought we were no longer lost A G they kicked us out into the dirty streets of Atlanta. C So it's Friday night down on North Avenue, A where the gas station parking lot prostitutes C tried to fix their hair in our rearview mirrors. A You know we're just trying to get to the club and shake our asses. C A caravan of kids, some big old mess, A on an old wooden dock, oh we're bored to death. C We've got a bottle of wine, a fresh pack of smokes. A We're going to end up screaming about some midnight garage sale. C G A God, put down your gun can't you see we're dead? C G A God, put down your hand we're not listening. G:----------------9—7-5-4 D:--0-3-7-9-7-5---------- The microphone cut off so we're screaming at the top of our lungs. C We are born so fresh, a golden prize, A until you scrape that knee and quickly realize C that you're lost in a fog on your way to death. A Oh a thick black line, a thick black line. C So you better speak up, better raise that voice. A Come on, scream loud all you girls and boys. C Let's get wild, wild, wild. Let's rejoice. A G C'mon, c'mon. I want to hear that fucking noise. C A Oh the push and pull of everything, oh this nightmare of electricity. C We are the living dead, yeah the living dead. A That's the way it is. That's the way it's always been. C Oh that snake slithered past my house today. A Oh I heard he caught you on a dark highway. C No the clouds didn't part they just grew into a storm. A I can still hear the sound of the rolling thunder. C G A God, put down your gun can't you see we're dead? C G A God put down your hand we're not listening. C G A God, put down your gun can't you see we're dead? C G A I said, God put down your hand we're not listening. Oh we never were. C I want to fuck it up. A [repeat until you’re happy] I want to fuck it up. C I feel so alive. A [repeat until you’re alive] I feel so alive. C And I feel.
