Key: G
Introduction:
G Cm Am Cm
Hate your friends cos they're the only ones that make you want to die.
G Cm Am Cm
And they make their scene the prison queen, they'll never get it right
G C Cm
The mirror on the living room wall aint been too kind since you hit grade four.
CHORUS
G E/G# Am D/F#
But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight.
G E/G# Am D/F#
Just put your things away, you know its just not your time.
(RIFF 1)
G Cm Am Cm
He's the boy you got and here's the ticket stub that never won a prize.
G Cm Am Cm
And and there's no hard sell cos he's got a face come straight from a fight.
G C Cm
But he answers we he calls and he's under six feet tall.
G E/G# Am D/F#
But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight.
Just put your things away, you know its just not your time.
Em A
He's big and dumb like a dagwood dog.
Cm G G/F#
His jeans never fit quite right.
Em
But there's a razor blade cut.
A D D/C D/B D
I feel it in your gut takes aint no ready stars and
G Cm Am Cm
Hate your friends cos they're the only ones that make you want to die.
G Cm Am Cm
And they make their scene the prison queen, they'll never get it right
G C Cm
The ones who shine so bright are made of broke come Friday night.
CHORUS
G E/G# Am D/F#
But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight.
G E/G# Am D/F#
Just put your things away, you know its just not your
BRIDGE
Em A
He's big and dumb like a dagwood dog.
Cm G G/F#
His jeans never fit quite right.
Em
But there's a razor blade cut.
A D D/C D/B D
I feel it in your gut takes aint no ready stars and
G E/G# Am D/F#
But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight.
G E/G# Am D/F#
Just put your things away, you know its just not your time.
G E/G# Am D/F#
That's the way we're gonna get it right. (RIFF 1)