Eulogy For An Adolescence Shattered Against Elliot Street Pavement Heres To Being Young Cifra

Ramshackle Glory - Eulogy for an adolescence shattered against Elliot Street Pavement (here's to being young!)
 
[Intro]
Am E F
Am G F
 
              Am
Here's to the knives in your pockets,
    E                      F
the gun in your trunk, the years it's been since we weren't drunk.
    Am                  G                F
The neighbor shirtless, face-down on the lawn.
              Am           E                F
Here's to the BB gun holes in the wall, the burnt tin foil in the hall.
    Am                  G                  F
The weeks I've spent in bed since you were gone.
          Am                    C                           Am                     C
Here's to shitting my pants downtown when the dealer's late, stumbling home to the feds at the front gate,
 Am                 C                        G                      F
sleeping behind the school when the landlord comes. Here's to being young.
         C                G                        F     C                   G
I hope I die before I get old. Hell, I just hope I die before the spoon gets cold.
                 Dm                            G
Sing it with me now, while we've still got our lungs: Here's to being young.
 
Am G F
Em F x2
 
Am                   E       F                                      Am
Buy whipped cream on EBT and huff it in the dark with me. There's a bill on the table,
      G                   F
but I don't recognize the name.
Am               E                 F                                    Am                G
We just came for a good time. It's listerine, but it tastes fine, or at least it did last time you got
    F
the shakes.
          Am                      C                        Am                C
Here's to running out the grocery store with a thirty pack, punching the cashier that wants it
      Am                C                       G
back, booking it out of there before the police come.
                F               C                G
Here's to being young. I hope I die before I get old.
                     F
 Hell, I just hope I die.
C           G                     Dm
Blah, blah, blah. Sing it with me now,
                    G
convince me this is fun: Here's to being young.
 
Am E F
Am G F x2
 
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