Joe Gets Kicked Out Of School For Using Drugs With Friends But Says This Isnt A Problem Cifras

[Chords]
D     x-x-0-2-3-2
F     1-3-3-2-1-1
G     3-2-0-0-3-3
D *   10-12-12-11-10-10
A *   5-7-7-6-5-5
G *   3-5-5-4-3-3
 
[Intro]
D *      A *               G *
I get to know myself every weekend and I’m weak
D       F       G
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
 
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 *
Shit, 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 piss 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
x4
 
D                     A
Drugs are better than friends
                G
Are better than drugs
                A
Are better than friends
x3
 
D                 A
Drugs are better, drugs are better with
G                   A
Friends are better, friends are better with
x2
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