F5 Eb5 Bb5 Nothing is crueler than children who come from good homes F5 Eb5 Bb5 God'll forgive them I guess but whose side are you on F5 Eb5 Bb5 Driving around the old town I remember it all F5 Eb5 Bb5 Dropping my lunchbox and tampax all over the hall (And they said) C5 Bb5 Db5 You are a socialist cokehead we know from your clothes C5 Bb5 Db5 You are a Satanist worshipper of things evil C5 Bb5 Db5 Think you're a poet a folksinger poseur nah-oh C5 Bb5 Db5 A volleyball player you've got to be kidding us all Eb5 Ab5 Eb5 Ab5 So we hide from the guns on our night reconnaissance Eb5 Ab5 Eb5 Ab5 Steal flamingos and gnomes from the dark side of the lawn F5 Eb5 Bb5 No-one can stop us the script is a work of genius F5 Eb5 Bb5 No-one has bought the rights yet but we're not giving up F5 Eb5 Bb5 Every unwanted lawn jockey fits in the script F5 Eb5 Bb5 Directed by spielberg and starring the masochist club Db5 C5 Mary you look like hell Db5 C5 Stuck in that ridiculous shell, oh Ab5 Eb5 Give us some light and god's pure love Db5 Ab5 We know what you've been dreaming of Ab5 Eb5 Give us some light and god's pure love Db5 Ab5 We know what you've been dreaming of Ab5 Eb5 Give us some light and god's pure love Db5 F5 E5 We're taking you to Hollywooo-oood ( F5 , E5 , Eb5 , Bb5 , Bb5 ) (Holllyyyywoooooddd!) Eb5 Ab5 Eb5 Ab5 And we hide from the guns on our night reconnaissance Eb5 Ab5 Eb5 Ab5 Steal flamingos and gnomes from the dark side of the lawn C5 Bb5 Db5 One plays a socialist cokehead we dress in my clothes C5 Bb5 Db5 One plays a Satanist worshipper of things evil C5 Bb5 Db5 One plays a poet who starts up a band of his own C5 Bb5 Db5 One plays a volleyball player with both her wrists broke Eb5 Ab5 Eb5 Ab5 And we hide from the guns on our night reconnaissance Eb5 Ab5 Eb5 Ab5 Steal flamingos and gnomes from the dark side of the lawn Eb5 Ab5 Eb5 Ab5 And we give them good homes give them love they've never known Eb5 Ab5 Eb5 Ab5 In the loft in the barn in the town where I was born
