Intro: C G Am Em F G C G
C G Am Em
15 songs, 15 shows, 15 pigs sucking at your tit.
F C F G
How does it feel to live here? How does it feel to leave here?
C G Am Em F
15 notes, 15 notes, 15 dogs chewin' on your throat.
G F G
How does it feel to come home? I wish you had a home.
Am G F G Am
And you've got nothing I want but something I need.
F G
You've got the elegance and the ability to breathe.
C G
Traffic report: 15 dead.
Am Em F
A head on collision, at least that's what I thought I had read.
F G F
We're the kids in America, whoa oh.
F G
We're the kids in America
C G Am Em
15 days, you're back on track with fifteen ounces cut out of your
F
fucking back.
F G
How does it feel to be you?
F G
I do not envy you, dude.
Am G F G Am
And you've got nothing I like but something I love.
F G Am
The charm and the skills to rise above.
F G
You know how to be loved.
C G Am C
And you're as clean as a broke-dick dog.
C F G Am C
I don't want to be like you but I'm still rooting for you.
C F G Am C
I would hate to be like you but I'm still rooting for you.
C F G Am C
I would hate to be like you but I'm still rooting for you.
C F G Am
I don't want to be like you but I'm still rooting for you.
Am G F G Am
You've got nothing I hate but got something I loathe.
F G Am
You still walk around letting other people pick out your clothes.
F G
And they will tell you when to go,
Am C
they'll tell you who to know-woah-woah-oh-oh-oh.
F
And they will tell you when to stop.
Fm C
And then you'll stop.