This is pretty correct! In fact i'm sure it's 99% right but if you think i'm wrong 
let me know. This is an amazing song which needs a good tab like the other songs on hats of 
the buskers!!!
I can't play the fast bits YET but one day i will. Enjoy!!!
iNTRO

C7      C#7     D7      D#7

rift 1                                          fast
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rift2                                           hold
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verse 1
Em                     C
This is the wasteland, we call this the wasteland,
Em                           B
Where fewer little posh boys can't believe we treasure beer cans.
Em
Where'd you get those fans,
C
Found them at the shop man,
Em                          B
Peculiar place to find them but they're dedicated View fans.

Verse 2
You think it's cynical to this home a miracle,
It's not a miracle; we're just so strangely typical,
Initiate in one gang, initiations tough man,
Imprisonment is on the cards,
We're heading for the quick sand.

Chorus
Em          D                 C          B
Sign on the brew, coz there's nothing to do,
EM         D       C         B
Nothing to do, but listen to you
    Em           D         c            B
Not listening to you my parents told me not to,
Em           D         C            B
Listening to you my parents told me not to


interlude with rift 1


Verse 3
This is the waste land our idolistic waste land
regurgitated circle of a 7 hour shop stand
So steal a car chief, the police are off the beat thief,
They'll find it funny when they see insurance relief,

Chorus
Sign on the brew, coz there's nothing to do,
Nothing to do, but I listen to you,
I'm not listening to you my parents told me not to,


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(same chords as chorus, Em / D / C / B)
Think you're a hard prick, something quite sadistic,
No you weren't sadistic when he'd done you with the brick vick,
Your land is boring, so very, very boring.
Wouldn't dream to wonder if it's raining or it's snowing.


outro... Um, if you want i'll do it later. Need some lunch!!! Cheers