Chords
Antics

Key: A

Introduction:

A            D    E  
A            G    A  
Verse
A                                                         D                              A  
Everyone knows me, the local inside joke
                G                                                                      D                                            A  
I was once the life of the party, pills, liquor and smoke
        A                                                                              D                                    A  
It makes a fella stop and wonder "how much did I lose?"
                  G                                                                         D                                      A  
In the dying breath of the party, a part of me died too
Instrumental
A            D    E  
A            G    A  
Verse
          A                                                                      D                                              A  
The demons, the devils, and the ghosts of rock and roll
          G                                                                                         D                                      A  
The vanguard of the young and reckless left town long ago
             A                                                                    D                                 A  
They say I need to sober up and lay low for a while
                                     G                                                                                    D                                         A  
They say "the knucklehead is a classic case of hopeless self denial"
C                                                                            G                      D                 A  
Tellin' the same old stories, scared of getting old
C                                                                            G                      D                 A  
Tellin' the same old stories, scared of getting old
Instrumental
A            D    E  
A            G    A  
A            D    E  
A            G    A  
Verse
                     A  
Now I'm old and decrepid, and miss the golden days
N.C.
                        A                                                         D                                 A  
I should try to raise a garden, vote and volunteer
                        G                                                                                         D                                                 A  
Or get a motorbike and a line of credit and get the hell out of here
                     C                                                                            G                      D                 A  
But I'm telling the same old stories, scared of getting old
C                                                                         G                      D                 A  
Livin' the same old stories, scared of getting old
C                                                                              G                      D                 A  
Stuck in the same old stories, scared of getting old
Outro
A            D    E  
A            G    A  
A            D    E  
A            G    A