E Dis Cis B E Fis
B I Cis Can See My Teenage Father Standing Straight On A Desolate Corner
Dis In T E he Shadow Of Tentacled Towers By The Red Light Of America.
B I Cis Imag Dis ine Fis How His Mother Felt When She Heard That Her Husband Was Dying.
B An Cis d Th Dis e Underground Heroes Of The Tarmac Shooting Smack Were Blowing Up
Worlds
E And Damned Out Loud.
B He Cis y, C Fis an You Tell Me How Does It Feel ?
E Ye B ah Fis , Te B ll Me... Can You Imagine, For A Second, Doing Anything That You
Don't Have To ?
E We B ll Fis That's What I'm Accustomed To, So Hooray For Me... Fuck You !
B Wh Cis en I Slept With Stony Faces On The Riverbank,
Dis My A E ngeldevil Reveler Shook Me Desperately In Dying.
B I Cis Don' Fis t Exactly Want To Apologize For Anything.
B An Cis d No Dis w We E 'r B e All Mad And Tangled In Secret Rooms With Roman Candles
Cis On A Fis n Endless Graveyard Train.
E Ye B ah Fis , Te B ll Me... Can You Imagine, For A Second, Doing Anything Just
'Cus You Want To ?
E We B ll Fis That's Just What I Do, So Hooray For Me... And Fuck You !
E Ye B ah Fis , I B Was Dreaming Through The Howzlife, Yawning, Car Black In The Night
E Sh B e Fis Told Me Mad And Meaningless As Ever
E An B d Fis A So B ng Came On My Radio Like A Cemetry Rhyme
E Fo B r Fis A Million Crying Corpses In Their Tragedy Of Respectable Existence.
E Te B ll Fis Me. B .. Can You Imagine, For A Second, Trying Half The Things You Ever
Wanted To ?
E We B ll Fis That's Just What I Do, So Hooray For Me...
E Oh B Y Fis eah... I'm Not Respactable, And Never Sensible, I've Been Incredible
B So E D B am Fis ned Irascible, I Like The Things I Do, So Hooray For Me... Fuck You !
Bad Religion
