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Screeching Weasel


BoogadaBoogadaBoogada

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Dingbat
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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


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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


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Zombie
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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

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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

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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


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Police Insanity
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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

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Stupid Over You
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 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


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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.


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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

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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

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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

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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-------------------|


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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


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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]

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American Suicide
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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

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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-------------------|

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Mad at the Paperboy
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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


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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.


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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


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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

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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 not exist. You stupid punker - look at the mess you're in.

             E     B  C  B  B  C  B
It's holy hardcore!!!

E                           B    C    B    B    C    B
Moshin to the hardcore hymns. The altar boys are in the pit.
E                           B    C    B    B    C    B
The deacon's skankin in the pews. I got a bible and I don't need you.
E                           B    C    B    B    C    B
Our hair is spiked we're on our knees. Combat boots upon our feet.
E                           B    C    B    B    C    B             D
Open bible, turn the page. The Reverend Spike is diving off the stage.

E     B  C  B  B  C  B
It's holy hardcore!!!

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 not exist. You stupid punker - look at the mess you're in.

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Professional Distribution
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------


C - G - D - A - B - E - B  (x2)

G - A - B (x2)


A     /     B        E    B
So you've heard we got the buzz
A     /     B        E    B       G  A
We'll be so famous with you behind us
A     /     B        E    B
Will you market us professionally?
A     /     B        E    B       G  A  B
Can we be part of the music industry? Please?


G  A       E        G  A          E
We are the crue and we don't need you
G  A       E        G  A          B
We are the crue and we don't need you


A     /     B        E    B
See, I hate to break the news to you,
A     /     B        E    B       G  A
but we think you're full of shit and ugly too
A     /     B        E    B
Hey, you know we really think you suck
A     /     B        E    B       G  A
You won't be making money off of us
A     /     B        E    B
Because we got a thing called self-respect
A     /     B        E    B       G  A
Find someone else to kiss your silly ass
A     /     B        E    B
You pathetic pear of greedy boobs
A     /     B        E    B       G  A         B
it's obvious we really don't need you - don't need you!


G  A       E        G  A          E
We are the crue and we don't need you
G  A       E        G  A          B
We are the crue and we don't need you


B        G    D    A    B  E  B
Cause we don't like you
B        G    D    A    B  E  B
And we say fuck you


G            A        B
Professional distribution
G            A        B
Professional distribution
G            A        B
Professional distribution
G            A        B
Professional distribution

G  A  B
G  A  B
G  A  B


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Used Cars
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------

F#  D  F#  D


F#       D
Used cars [x4]

C#
No money down sounds good to me. Got monthly payments til I'm 93

F#       D
Used cars [x4]

C#
I stopped to look and now I own. A school bus and a '71 Olds.


F#       D

E
Zero percent financing
D
I thought I had a steal. Then my
E
transmission dropped, I hit a cop
D                 E
Oh God! Why did I make this deal?


F#       D
Used cars [x4]

C#           A    F#
Whooaahh!!!! Used Cars!


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Hunter
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------

F# - G# - G - A - G# - G

God's creatures carcasses laying all around
Some stupid hick shot them all down
Not for food, not for life, just for fucking fun
I can't wait to see the day when animals carry guns,
when animals carry guns


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I believe in UFOs
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------

e--7---7---7---7----8---8----5---5---------------------------|
B----7---7---7---7----8---8----5---5-------------------------|
G------------------------------------------------------------|
D------------------------------------------------------------|
A------------------------------------------------------------|
E------------------------------------------------------------|

B - C - A

B            C     A
I believe in UFOs
B            C     A
Baldheaded men with goldfish bowls
B            C     A
Tied securely round their waists
B            C     A
Observing us from outer space


F            B
I believe in UFO's [x4]


B            C     A
Men from space invade my dreams
B            C     A
Simply confirming my beliefs
B            C     A
The government will not admit
B            C     A
Another race of man exists


F            B
I believe in UFO's [x4]


B            C     A
Twinkle twinkle UFO
B            C     A
There are those of us who know
B            C     A
You're up above us in the sky
B            C     A
Watching our planet slowly die


F            B
I believe in UFO's [x4]


e--7---7---7---7----8---8----5---5---------------------------|
B----7---7---7---7----8---8----5---5-------------------------|
G------------------------------------------------------------|
D------------------------------------------------------------|
A------------------------------------------------------------|
E------------------------------------------------------------|


e--7-7-7-7-7-7-8-8-8-8-5-5-5-5---12-12-12-12p11--------------|
B------------------------------------------------------------|
G------------------------------------------------------------|
D------------------------------------------------------------|
A------------------------------------------------------------|
E------------------------------------------------------------|

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Hey Suburbia
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------


e---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B--0-0-0-0-7-7-5-5-4---------7-7-5-5-4---------7-7-5-5-4--2-2-2-2-4-2-4-2-4-|
G---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D--------------------6-6-6-6------------------------------------------------|
A--------------------------------------7-7-7-7------------------------------|
E---------------------------------------------------------------------------|


B
Try and tell us our future's at stake
G#
we're gonna slam dance on your grave
E                     B            F#
cause we don't give a shit about tomorrow
B
You say we're a bunch of lazy bums who just
G#
wanna act stupid and have some fun
E                     B            F#
cause we don't give a shit about tomorrow


B             F#            E
Hey Suburbia! Hey Suburbia! Hey Suburbia!

We're in love with you!


B
We won't end up like you want us to be
G#
but so what 'cause we're always gonna be happy
E                     B            F#
cause we don't give a shit about tomorrow
B
Tell us we'll regret the things we did
G#
but we're just gonna give you a big wet kiss
E                     B            F#
cause we don't give a shit about tomorrow


B             F#            E
Hey Suburbia! Hey Suburbia! Hey Suburbia!

We're in love with you!


[intro]


B             F#
Hey Suburbia! Hey Suburbia!
E                       F#
We're in love with you! We're in love with you!

            
            
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mitchrushton182 174 Nov 25, 2009 08:29 AM

I haven't tried this tab yet but kudos to u for tabbing this classic punk rock album.

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why does it say tab if this is a chords version?

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