Into: G5
            C5                      
Well the high school kids they're all fucked up
            A5
Touching each other, oh my god.
            C5             
Yeah and forty ounces was never enough.
            A5
We want to pass out in your yard, we want to pass out.
             C5                      
Dressing in drag your best friend's clothes,
             A5
while boys kissed boys in hotel rooms.
             C5
Oh and just when we thought we were no longer lost
A5
they kicked us out into the dirty streets of
 G5
 Atlanta.
C5
So it's Friday night down on North Avenue,
A5
where the gas station parking lot prostitutes
C5
tried to fix their hair in our rearview mirrors.
A5
You know we're just trying to get to the club and shake our asses.
C5
A caravan of kids, some big old mess, 
A5
on an old wooden dock, oh we're bored to death.
C5
We've got a bottle of wine, a fresh pack of smokes.
A5
We're going to end up screaming about some midnight
G5
garage sale.
CHORUS
C5                  G5                  A5
God, put down your gun can't you see we're dead?
C5                  G5              A5
God, put down your hand we're not listening.
      D5                            E5
The microphone cut off so we're screaming at the top of our lungs.

next verse is the same chords
chorus


let Am ring
Oh we never were.

C5 , A5 , C5 , A5
I want to fuck it up.
I feel so alive.
And I feel.
end on C