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.