Transcribed by David Lane RIFF 1 ----------------- ----------------- ----0------------- ------4-2-3 4---- ---------------1- 3-3-------------- (x3) VERSE 1 G Cm Am Cm Hate your friends cos they're the only ones that make you want to die. G Cm Am Cm And they make their scene the prison queen, they'll never get it right G C Cm The mirror on the living room wall aint been too kind since you hit grade four. CHORUS GE/G# Am D/F# But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight. GE/G# Am D/F# Just put your things away, you know its just not your time. (RIFF 1) VERSE 2 G Cm Am Cm He's the boy you got and here's the ticket stub that never won a prize. G Cm Am Cm And and there's no hard sell cos he's got a face come straight from a fight. G C Cm But he answers we he calls and he's under six feet tall. GE/G# Am D/F# But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight. Just put your things away, you know its just not your time. (RIFF 1) BRIDGE EEm A A He's big and dumb like a dagwood dog. Cm Cm G G/F# His jeans never fit quite right. Em Em But there's a razor blade cut. A A D D/C D/B D/Bb I feel it in your gut takes aint no ready stars and G Cm Am Cm Hate your friends cos they're the only ones that make you want to die. G Cm Am Cm And they make their scene the prison queen, they'll never get it right G C Cm The ones who shine so bright are made of broke come Friday night. CHORUS GE/G# Am D/F# But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight. GE/G# Am D/F# Just put your things away, you know its just not your BRIDGE EEm A A He's big and dumb like a dagwood dog. Cm Cm G G/F# His jeans never fit quite right. Em Em But there's a razor blade cut. A A D D/C D/B D/Bb I feel it in your gut takes aint no ready stars and GE/G# Am D/F# But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight. GE/G# Am D/F# Just put your things away, you know its just not your time. GEAm# D/F# That's the way we're gonna get it right. (RIFF 1) CODA 3---3-3-3-3-3 3---3-3-3-3-3 4---4-4-4-4-4 5---5-5-5-5-5 5---5-5-5-5-5 3---3-3-3-3-3