G           Em
I lay down an awful wreck,
         D                C
Pissing out my window and smoking in bed.
G
The good don't die young,
          Em                 D                        C
They just haven't had time to fuck up the same as the rest of us yet.
G                 Em
I want nothing, nothing at all.
       D                  C
I'd be driving drunk if I still got drunk.
G                 Em
Rev the ignition, straight on to oblivion.
D              C
Into a void as pure as they come.


[Pre-Chorus]
G
But if we aren't dead yet, then let's not live as ghosts.
Em
If we aren't in jail, then we can leave the house.
C
I'll show you that there's reason to hope 
D
In the spray paint that's all over down town.

[Chorus]
C                 D                       
Let's fill up our shopping carts
         G                       Em                  C
With the things we need and just roll out the front door,
         D                      Em          D  
Past the cashiers and security guards.    (woah)
C               D                    Em             D
But the magnets trip the wheel locks before we even clear the parking lot,
C            D
And take off running through the neighbors yard

[Post- Chorus]
G Em D C x2

[Verse]

G           Em
I lay down an awful wreck
         D                C
Mumbling to myself about the government again
      G                       Em
Maybe postmodernism's just an extended tantrum
D                C
About how we don't have our flying cars yet
G           Em
I want nothing, nothing from them
D                C
I'd smash every machine if I didn't have one
G           Em
Rev the ignition, straight onto oblivion
D                C
Into a void as pure as they come

[Pre-Chorus]
G
But if we aren't dead yet, then let's not live as ghosts.
Em
If we aren't in jail, then we can leave the house.
C
I'll show you that there's reason to hope 
D
In the spray paint that's all over down town.

[Chorus]
C                 D                       
Meet me at the diner at
G                       Em                  C
six o' clock on every Wednesday night,
         D                      Em          D  
And we'll get some coffee and pie.    (woah)
C               D                    Em             D
I'll smile, tip the waiter, Get a ride home: "Thanks for the favor."
C            D
And hope that that's enough to build a life