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HOORAY FOR ME — Bad Religion
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By Gerd Thienel: [email protected]
[Intro]
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I Can See My Teenage Father Standing Straight On A Desolate Corner
Dis E
In The Shadow Of Tentacled Towers By The Red Light Of America.
B Cis Dis Fis
I Imagine How His Mother Felt When She Heard That Her Husband Was Dying.
B Cis Dis
And The Underground Heroes Of The Tarmac Shooting Smack Were Blowing Up
Worlds
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And Damned Out Loud.
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Hey, Can You Tell Me How Does It Feel ?
E B Fis B
Yeah, Tell Me… Can You Imagine, For A Second, Doing Anything That You
Don’t Have To ?
E B Fis
Well That’s What I’m Accustomed To, So Hooray For Me… Fuck You !
B Cis
When I Slept With Stony Faces On The Riverbank,
Dis E
My Angeldevil Reveler Shook Me Desperately In Dying.
B Cis Fis
I Don’t Exactly Want To Apologize For Anything.
B Cis Dis E B
And Now We’re All Mad And Tangled In Secret Rooms With Roman Candles
Cis Fis
On An Endless Graveyard Train.
E B Fis B
Yeah, Tell Me… Can You Imagine, For A Second, Doing Anything Just
‘Cus You Want To ?
E B Fis
Well That’s Just What I Do, So Hooray For Me… And Fuck You !
E B Fis B
Yeah, I Was Dreaming Through The Howzlife, Yawning, Car Black In The Night
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She Told Me Mad And Meaningless As Ever
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And A Song Came On My Radio Like A Cemetry Rhyme
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For A Million Crying Corpses In Their Tragedy Of Respectable Existence.
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Tell Me… Can You Imagine, For A Second, Trying Half The Things You Ever
Wanted To ?
E B Fis
Well That’s Just What I Do, So Hooray For Me…
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Oh Yeah… I’m Not Respactable, And Never Sensible, I’ve Been Incredible
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So Damned Irascible, I Like The Things I Do, So Hooray For Me… Fuck You !
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