Homecoming Serf

Sidney Gish

  • B
  • B/A#
    4
  • E
  • F
  • F#
  • G
  • G#m
    4
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B F# Sixty five miles an hour
E I’m not home yet
F# Telephone poles get
B blurred together, in gray weather
F# till they look like crucifixes
E Until something in me thinks if
F# I was nimble enough,
B I’d climb one up and be a symbol
F# giving cars a heart attack
E cause I’ve got a knack for these shock tactics
F# and I want my suburb back.
B But it was never mine,
F# besides, I’d never crucify
E myself, and Jesus of Suburbia’s
F# a myth that never died
B Homecoming queen, not in my dreams
F# I'll be homecoming serf, it seems
F# F
E but hey, it doesn’t even bother me
E We’ve moved away, and who needs
F# E royalty? [Chorus]
E F# B B/A# I love vacation days
G#m F# E It’s a blacked out haze I’m in
F# This cul de sac is coming
B B/A# G#m F# E back, back back back back
E F# B B/A# Who cares if we're obscure
G#m F# Homecoming serf
E F# I know this quiet life, it used to
G G#m hurt
E but now we're dancing round and
F# B laughing in the dirt [Verse 2]
B It's barely one pm
F# And my cooking's barely done
E and my thighs feel like the chicken
F# breast I hated slicing up
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B I think I'll be a vegetarian, kill
F# two birds with one stone
E I’ll lose a stone, I'll feel humane
F# I cook the meat and eat it anyway
B I think that I’ll rebel now
F# Not like my age is too late
E I’m still half straight but I can easily
F# act gayer than fck h8
B And I'll tell kids to smoke cigs and weed
F# despite the surgeon’s warning
E I’ll eat LSD soaked mini wheats in white russians for breakfast
F# every morning [Chorus]
E F# B I love vacation days
B/A# G#m F# E It’s a blacked out haze I’m in
F# This cul de sac is coming
B B/A# G#m F# E back, back back back back
E F# B B/A# Who cares if we're obscure
G#m F# Homecoming serf
E F# I know this quiet life, it used to
G G#m hurt
E but now we're dancing round and
F# B laughing in the dirt [Interlude]
E F# G La la la la la la la la la
G#m x3
E F# B La la la la la la la la [Verse 3]
B Don’t think I'm pointing fingers
F# These are crocodile tears
E It's no ones fault but mine That I shut up
F# For all of eighteen years
B But now my friends are driving out
F# We’re gonna walk around the mall
E We'll be the youngest there Who cares, we'll call ourselves
F# adults [Bridge]
E F# B At least I’ve got a cat,
B/A# G#m F# E though she hates me bad, it seems
F# B B/A# but we reign over the SUVs and
G#m F# dairy queens
E F# This isn't lyricism
B B/A# G#m F# I'm just dropping rhymes like flies
E F# Let’s go freak out everyone
G G#m No reason, who knows why?
E What’s on your mind?
F# G not like I’ve got the time to
G#m stick around,
E I’ll catch my flight,
F# G make like a pop punk kid, and get
G#m out of this town
E What’s on your mind?
F# G There’s no point left to keep your
G#m image down,
E F# Let’s terrify [Chorus]
E F# B I love vacation days
B/A# G#m F# E It’s a blacked out haze I’m in
F# This cul de sac is coming
B B/A# G#m F# E back, back back back back
E F# B Who cares if we're obscure
B/A# G#m F# Homecoming serf
E F# I know this quiet life, it used to
G G#m F# hurt
E but now we're dancing round and
F# G G#m F# laughing in the dirt
E F# This one goes out to my homecoming
G G#m F# serfs
E F# Yeah, pour one out for my
G G#m F# homecoming serfs
E F# This one goes out to my homecoming
G G#m F# serfs
E F# We’re dancing round and laughing
B in the dirt
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