Verse:
F# C# D#m B
Chorus:
F# C# D#m B
VERSE:
F# C#
It was long ago, seems like a dream
D#m B
the day i sucked the air from a bottle of whiped cream
F# C#
and i got real high, and things got real slow
D#m
and i started talking like this
B
What's goin on i don't know
F# C#
and then i sold my car for Greatfull Dead ticket
D#m
and my dad yeld at me and he grounded me
B F#
and he said i was a dick it was the worst day of my life
C# C#sus4 C#
and i'll never forget,
D#m
but the very next day i was doing bong hits
B
in the back of my brand new Chevette
F# C# C#sus4 C#
so don't tell me, we're winning the war on drugs
Dm
cus drugs are like a big old can of raid
B
and you're all little bugs
F# C# C#sus4 C#
and don't tell me, to not get high
D#m
cus i'm as low as i can get without kissing your ass
B
and blowing you at the same time
Chorus:
F# C#
man don't tell me about love and peace
D#m B F#
when one of the johnses has a hand gun pointed at me
don't tell me to just say no
D#m B
I'm an adict, i say no to letting it go
F# C#
what ever happen to sex durgs and rock n roll
D#m B
now we just have aids, crack and techno
F# - C# - B
F# - C# - B - C# C#sus4 C#