# #Intro: D # is a bird in hand and when this stops we'll be laughing. G F#* Em Well sing our songs though they're barely heard. You'd be the prom queen, I'll be the malcontent in this scene. Just be pretend nobody care about social standing. lone. People in this place, people are full of shit. And in it's place I'm over it. I've got the right mind to call it in. I'm season the sun stays even the words turn good. In a heat wave it's understood, Nobody gives a damn for their neighbor. Hughe (chordiearchive.chordie.com)