| A | F | D | G | |
| Definitel | y, this is the w | rong place to | be |
| F | C | |
| there's b | lood on the f | uton, |
| E | A | |
| there's a k | id drinkin' f | ire. |
| F | |
| Goin' down to the s | ea, |
| D | G | |
| they got p | eople to m | eet, |
| F | C | |
| shakin' h | ands with thems | elves, |
| E | F | Gb | |
| lookin' o | ut for thems | elves. |
| C | F | G | |
| When they a | sk you for c | redit, |
| F | C | |
| g | ive them a b | ranch. |
| C | F | G | |
| When they w | ant you to g | et it, |
| F | C | |
| c | hew on the g | rass. |
| E | F | |
| I k | now, I k | now |
| D | G | |
| 'cause they t | old me to t | ell you |
| F | C | |
| there's no | thing to t | ell you, |
| E | A | |
| there's no | thing to s | ell you. |
| In the afternoon, riding the scapegoat, |
| burning equipment, decomposing. |
| Cool off your jets, |
| take off your sweats, |
| I got a funny feeling |
| they got plastic in the afterlife. |
| When they want you to cry, |
| leap into the sky. |
| When they suck your mind, |
| like a pigeon you fly. |
| I know, I know, |
| it's the positive people |
| running from their time |
| looking for some feeling. |