Intro:
D        A                 G 
I get to know myself every weekend and I’m weak

Interlude (x2): D F G

Verse 1:
D              F           G
Hangovers feel good when I know it’s the last one
D              F           G
Then I feel so good that I have another one

Interlude: D A G 

D           F      G
Last Friday I took acid and mushrooms
D                  F        G
I did not transcend, I felt like a walking piece of
    D                           A       G 
xxxx, in a stupid looking jacket


  D             F             G
I walked around town and felt like I was in Sodom
           D             F       G
There were filthy people seeking comfort for their bodies
       D                A       G 
It was so obscene


D           F            G
Filled with loathing and religious fervor
       D     F                G
I laid on my friend’s bedroom floor for an hour
    D                           A       G 
And tried not to xxxx my pants               And then I saw Jesus, and he said

Chorus:
   D    A         G 
“Whoooooooooo-are-yooouuuu to go against the word of my father? And
   D    A         G 
Whoooooooooo-are-yooouuuu? the scum of the earth”
   D                         A                    G 
No we are just, we are just, we are just teens of style
   D                         A                    G 
Oh we are just, we are just, we are just teens of style

Verse 2:
           D              F                 G
There were people getting drunk, there were people getting high
          D          F              G
They were falling to pieces right before my eyes
              D                A       G 
And I said “mmhmm” a lot (mmhmm)


              D                 F              G
And there was one guy there who kept asking me how does it feel
      D           F                 G
And I didn’t even know how to begin to answer that question
               D                             A       G 
So I just said I don't want to talk about it


   D       F                 G
So there I was, just another shitbag civilian
              D               F                     G
Afraid of the cops when I was outside, afraid of my friends when I was inside
           D                  A       G 
And I grew tired of the scene              And then my dad showed up, And he was like

Chorus:
   D    A         G                                                D    A         G 
“Whoooooooooo-are-yooouuuu to go against the word of our fathers?"
          D    A         G                          D    A         G 
It goes "Whoooooooooo-are-yooouuuu? the scum of the eaaaaaaaaaaaaarth”
   D                         A                    G 
No we are just, we are just, we are just teens of style
   D                         A                    G 
No we are just we are just we are just victims of the contemporary style
   D                                    A                            G 
Yes we are just we are just we are just we are just going along with the modern style
   D                          A                            G 
Now everybody, everybody, everybody’s going along with the modern style, Let’s do it together, it goes:

Outro:
D                 A
Drugs are better, drugs are better with
G                   A
Friends are better, friends are better with


D                     A
Drugs are better than friends
                G
Are better than drugs
                A
Are better than friends


D                 A
Drugs are better, drugs are better with
G                   A
Friends are better, friends are better with
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