G C
The city subway stations never glisten.
Em
The gates rise up like they belong in prison.
D
And my balance is low. I better pick a good place, I got one ride to go.
G
Your fucking cocaine party fucking freaks me out.
C
When did Scott Weiland show up? How long’s he stickin’ around?
Em
I guess this new fare hike means that I’ll ride my bike,
D
play video games and do other stuff that I like.
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Cadd9
C G
And in the morning cleaning up, we found these plastic bags
D G
with a little bit of party left and started to laugh,
C G
“Man, I’m glad I passed out from the booze and the weed
D G
cause the house stayed up ‘til 6 AM doing speed.”
C G
But now it’s 1 AM and I’m quite a few in
D G
and I can barely make out where the bathroom line begins
C G
and it’s been moving five inches every fucking five minutes.
D
I wanna ask the over privileged kids if
G B
they would fucking mind?
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I gotta take a piss in the cocaine room. What is this? The line for lines?
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It’s a long line for lines. I’m getting claustrophobia
Am F# B
from the twenty-something set with bleary eyes.
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What is this? The line for lines? Long line for lines.
G B Am Cadd9 Cmaj7 Cadd9 Cmaj7
I don’t wanna be part of this Friday night or Saturday night.
G B Am Cadd9 Cmaj7 Cadd9 Cmaj7
I don’t wanna be part of this line for lines, long line for lines.
G B Am G
I don’t wanna be part of this night.
C G D
When I’m out these days I do is complain about the booming bass
G C
and the shitty DJ because if I wanted to go to a dance club,
G D
I’d own a bottle of Brut, a closet full of Christian Dior,
G
and I’d be in a different room.
C G
‘Cause we can dance to Otis Redding, P.O.S, and M.I.A
D G
and if you’re on Serato Scratch don’t call yourself a DJ.
C G
Beat detecting’s got no attitude, your tempo maps can’t feel and room,
D
but lemmings all have dancing shoes and
(barre again here)
G B
I’m just freaking out.
Am F# B
You’re assaulting me with thrusts like I’m an asshole.
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You’re sweating to the sounds of Billboard’s Hot 100
G B
like a total yeah bro dick.
Am F# B
Man, I thought that we all lived here ‘cause we’re different
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I guess I was wrong this time, and time after time
G B Am Cadd9 Cmaj7 Cadd9 Cmaj7
I don’t wanna be part of this Friday night or Saturday night.
G B Am Cadd9 Cmaj7 Cadd9 Cmaj7
I don’t wanna be part of these cokey times and eight dollar wines.
G B Am G
I don’t wanna be part of this night.
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G C
The city subway station never glistens.
The gates rise up like “Hey What’s up?
Em D
You’re in prison, confined by alcoholism and lack of better decisions
for having fun on the weekends.”
G
But this shitty atmosphere keeps bumming me out.
C
Don’t want my Club MTV. I hate Downtown Julie Brown.
Em
I guess these new prices hikes will make me grab my light
D
and climb the fire escape to the roof for a book that I like.