G# A# C# I'll take a nicotine, caffeine, sugar fix A# G# F# Jesus, don't ya git tired of turnin' tricks G# A# C# But when your innocence dies You'll find the blues A# G# F# Seems all our heroes were born to lose Just walkin' through time, you believe this heat? Another empty house, another dead-end street Gonna rest my bones, sit for a spell This side of heaven is close to hell Chorus: C# G# Right next door to hell D# F Why don't write a letter to me? C# G# I said I'm right next door to hell D# F And so many eyes are on me C# G# Right next door to hell D# F I go nowhere else to be C# G# Right next door to hell D# F Fells like the walls are closing on me My mama never really said much to me She was much too young and scared to be Hell, Freud might say that's what I need But all I really ever get is greed And most my friends, they feel the same Hell, we don't even have ourselves to blame But times are hard, and thrills are cheaper As your arms get shorter, your pockets get deeper Chorus Fuck you! F# G# Not bad kids, just stupid ones, yeah D# Thought we'd own the world an' getting used was havin' fun I said we're not sad kids, but lucid ones, yeah Flowin' through life, not collecting anyone So much out there, still, so much to see Time's too much to handle, time's too much for me It drove me up the wall and drove me out of my mind Can you tell me what this means, come on? | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA# C# D# F F# G# |