Nortabs

Capo 3. bånd (opprinnelig C-moll)

[Am] [Em]

Down in [Am]my new hometown there is a battleground
They make a [Em]fuzz about this very special sound
It is a [Am]lonely place
They never talk to your face
Looking [Em]over your shoulder
Man, it's such a waste

	I don't need th[G]em
	I do well without them
	Yet I seem to stick a[Em]round
	'Cause I cannot help bu[G]t be a little curious
	About this very special[Em] sound


Some people [Am]run the scene
And some buy into this dream
About a [Em]narrow line
About some music machine
Man, I get[Am] paranoid like on Hitchcock celluloid
Can't carve out [Em]no real space
It is a great big void

	What should you do then[G]?
	Move out to California
	Then move back in[Em] time
	No, you just join a rock gr[G]oup
	Meet the same said people that I have i[Em]n mind

No no no [Am]no no no
No no no no no no
It doesn't [Em]work like that - this lifestyle on the go
You gotta [Am]listen to the things they're telling you
You gotta [Em]look surprised as if it's something new
And when they [Am]fuck you over
Don't you f[Em]eel a little colder?
When they [Am]fuck you over
Don't you f[Em]eel a little older?

	I don't need th[G]em
	I do well without them
	Yet I seem to stick a[Em]round
	'Cause I cannot help bu[G]t be a little curious
	About this very special[Em] sound

What's [Am]wrong with you?
What's [Em]wrong with you?
What's [Am]wrong with you?
What's [Em]wrong with you?[Am]