D G D We are bitter losers, snarling through our smiles Bm G A We're the lost boys, in the supermarket isles G A We're Christmas dogs, dumped by the side of the road D A/C# Bm Confused, we will run for miles G We are road rage A We are stone age D We are wild We are busted light bulbs in a backstreet neon sign We're the shaking gun in a service station line We'll drink though we're drunk We'll sink though we've sunk We're fucked but we say we're fine We are rampage Missing back pages In our spines Chorus: G D A We long, for journeys and the roadside G D A We long, for starlight and the low tide G Bm A Yeah, we long, for fairy tales and fire sides D And oh, We are coffeehouse cynics, too righteous, too rigid to believe Disappointed romantics scraping the hearts from our sleeves We're the toothless drunk, we're the aging punk Yeah we're Adam with the apple and we're Eve We are beggars with shiny pennies on our knees Chorus: We long for sunlight on the hillsides Yeah we long for yesterdays and high sign Yeah we long for fairy tales and firesides Yeah we long for carnivals and fairground rides We long for journeys and the roadside We long for fairy tales and firesides | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA C# D G Bm |