[VERSE 1]
A B C D
Drink from the wound from the side of the animal
A G A A
Fall to the floor in a splash of lights
A B C D
Skip to the end of the end of the recipe
A
Fall to the floor
Fall, fall, Caravaggio
[PRE-CHORUS]
E
I feel kicky
Gb
I feel courageous
Eb E
I feel claustrophobic
E
I feel cool
E Gb
Red run rivers run dry blood red
Eb E
To the land so low, I'm sloganeering
Gb B
Playing Sega too, growing up like you
[CHORUS]
B Bm
You're so backwards, I'm so forward
B Bm
You buy buy buy into new trends
B Bm
When I look inwards you look outwards
B Bm
Mocking my lifestyle, fucking my friends
B Bm B Am E
While I'm in bed the scum from the speakers slinks on out
Em Gb
So call 1900-POLICE, it's the Mark of the Beast
B Bm
Pop icon, snow cat rival
B Bm
Pop icon, snow cat rival
[VERSE 2]
A B C D
Drink from the drip from the prick in the artery
A G A A
Shoot to the stars with a league of chums
A B C D
Sip from the stream, so sick of society
A
Postmodernism made punk rock everything
[PRE-CHORUS]
E
I feel better
Gb
I feel ballistic
Eb E
I feel bourgeois and
E
I feel big
E Gb
Dead DJs spin deathrock discs
Eb E
A curse transmitted via 12"
Gb
Too few beats per minute, baby
[CHORUS]
B Bm
Chin up, kids, they're making a killing
B Bm
Dancing hard to horrible bands
B Bm
Who play The Eagles while they are pilling
B Bm
Doing coke, ignoring their fans
B Bm
While I'm in bed with Siskel & Ebert
B Am E
Two thumbs down
Em Gb
So call 411-CRITIQUE, it's your birthright
B Bm
Pop icon, snow cat rival
B Bm
Pop icon, snow cat rival
[BRIDGE]
E Gb
All I really need is all of my things
Eb E
In the one fixed place at the one fixed time I die
Gb
Give up the ghost
B
It's my birthright
A
Birthrights
B A
B A
B
Motherfuckers
[SOLO]
B A
B A
B A
B A
Motherfuckers (2x)
[OUTRO]
B