Tom: A
Introdução: Am E F7M Am G7 Am
Am
Here's to the knives in your pockets,
E F7M
the gun in your trunk, the years it's been since we weren't drunk.
Am G7 F7M
The neighbor shirtless, face-down on the lawn.
Am E F7M
Here's to the BB gun holes in the wall, the burnt tin foil in the hall.
Am G7 F7M
The weeks I've spent in bed since you were gone.
Am G7 F7M
Here's to shitting my pants downtown when the dealer's late, stumbling home to the feds at the front gate,
Am G7 E F7M
sleeping behind the school when the landlord comes. Here's to being young.
Am G7 F7M Am G7
I hope I die before I get old. Hell, I just hope I die before the spoon gets cold.
E
Sing it with me now, while we've still got our lungs: Here's to being young.
Am E F7M Am
Buy whipped cream on EBT and huff it in the dark with me. There's a bill on the table,
G7 F7M
but I don't recognize the name.
Am E F7M Am G7
We just came for a good time. It's listerine, but it tastes fine, or at least it did last time you got
F7M
the shakes.
Am G7 F7M
Here's to running out the grocery store with a thirty pack, punching the cashier that wants it
Am G7 F7M
back, booking it out of there before the police come.
Am G7
Here's to being young. I hope I die before I get old.
F7M
Hell, I just hope I die.
Am G7 E
Blah, blah, blah. Sing it with me now,
convince me this is fun: Here's to being young.