C . G/b . F . . . x4 streets are filled with vipers[] Who've lost all ray of hope[], C/g You know, it ain't even safe no more In the Let's try to get beneath the surface waste, girl, No more booby traps and bombs, No more decadence and charm, No more affection that's misplaced, girl, No more mudcake creatures lying in your arms. What about that millionaire with the drumsticks in his pants? He looked so baffled and so bewildered When he played and we didn't dance. Don't fall apart on me ton (xguitar.com)
