Standard Tuning.
INTRO
G   G6  C  C7M x2
Am C

VERSE 1
G   G6  C  C7M
Well it's hard to believe in much
When you're in Tampa Bay.
And the coastline is drowning beneath all the sunshine and 
condo's and cocaine.
       Am                            C
And everyone around's just waiting round here to be dead

G   G6  C  C7M

Am (Bar)             C (Bar)
From your rich grandma on down through the crackhead.

VERSE 2
G   G6  C  C7M
Well I guess that Florida
is the wrong kinda wasteland for me,
and St. Petersburg is a city of ghosts and bad dreams.

CHORUS
        Am (Bar)         C (Bar)            G     G6       C  C7M
But I don't go to college or California...hah-hah-hah-hah-ha
      Am                  C
No I don't go to college or California.

G   G6  C  C7M

VERSE3
G   G6  C  C7M
Well I'm not a nihilist, 
I just can't pledge alliegance to shit.
And that goes just the same for your God's and your empires
and your scene politics.

       Am (Bar)                           C (Bar)                              G G6 C C7M
Now I'm not saying I'm not an asshole, just that you're one too.
       Am                                C
But there's six bilion of us so I'm not saying nothing new.

G   G6  C  C7M
Straight edge never got me through
one single night this cold.
      Am (Bar)                             C (Bar)
But you know how that goes, or maybe you just really don't.


        Am (Bar)         C (Bar)            G     G6       C  C7M
But I don't go to college or California...hah-hah-hah-hah-ha
      Am                  C
No I don't go to college or California