Tabbed by: Weezer Pillows 
 
John doesn't show a lot of skill in this song. . . 
 
This powerchord riff is played throughout  
the whole song. 
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|-------------2-2-2-2--| 
|--4--4-xxxx--2-2-2-2--| 
|--4--4-xxxx--0-0-0-0--| 
|--2--2-xxxx-----------| 
 
Lyrics 
 
Rain, like tin angels falling down. 
Like a mission and we're half-way there 
From some old dried up fried forgotten town. 
Why, won't they let us be ourselves? 
With our potential we could toe the line 
And show the bastards up with our divine 
 
Light! 
 
Seize 
All the records from the past 
Hold for ransom all the artifacts 
This ragged town protects them to the last 
With Lies 
 
See them running heading homeward to Seattle. 
 
Deem 
All the liars in your tribe 
To be the fires on the western side 
Of some old front we call the War of art. 
Rain, like tin angels falling down 
Like a mission and we're half-way there 
From some old dried up fried forgotten town 
From some old dried up fried forgotten town 
To some old dried up fried forgotten town. 
 
That's all folks! 
 
have fun!