Put together for your convienience by BK.
Like i said in the tab, i play along with the record all the time.
Its right.
Cheers.
I don't belong, singing these anthems.
This fever is cunning. Deadly, it's running
straight for the exit,
detoured through my veins.
Telling me to "Get the Fuck Out".
I don't recall how it all started.
I tripped on a bass line. Now my guitar screams
loud about living,
loud about love,
loud about loathing myself.
When all is said and done.
When all we've said, we've done.
I've howled at the moon. Been sick by the sunrise.
I've taken abuse from those who have no right
conducting the violins
playing my song.
Woah-oh oh, woah-oh oh
Thee things that I choose require opinion.
Demand satisfaction and commercial reaction.
I'll just keep on moving
losing every thread.
Tied to the place I call home.
*Play E on the 7th fret of the A string for the breakdown.*
We are the brand new beatniks.
We are the down and outers.
We are the bleeding hearts, bleeding syncopated, broken rythm.
Our speed is often break neck.
Just need to slow it down some.
Tired of being sleepless. Tired of being broken.