Bb Eb He has his moustache cut fresh for her, Bb Eb she had her bangs done out to here, C F and the night was young and the beer was cheap at Texaco Bb Eb with it's fluorescent lights shinin' down. Bb Eb I almost fell off of my bike twice today, C F I was tryin' to turn my neck around to see... Bb All the speed, the weed, Eb Bb the screamin' into disconnected payphones . Eb C I love you Old Town ladies with your windbreakers, F your bleached blonde hair and your menthol cigarettes. Bb All the fog, the stench, Eb Bb it's rollin' in from every old pulp mill. Eb C I love you Old Town dudes with your dirty shirts, F your sweatpants on and your beards. C F It's so easy to end up here. C F The fear, the fear, the fear. C F Stuck in the syrup of the everyday.