Beck - Send a message to her

^DmGet up, son, hit your head like a drum, Weeds are all growin' in vain ^DmToo much time, I've got too much time, Living in a waste of space ^CTake yourself, don't ^B5break yourself ^DmIt's all gonna be okay ^CGet used to it, don't ^B5lose your head ^DmIt's all gonna be the same

^DmShe knows Send a message to he^Bbr ^DmShe knows She knows Get a message to he^Bbr She knows ^GNa na na na na na ^DSend a message to her ^FNa na na na na na ^{C G}Na na na na na na ^DSend a message to her ^FNa na na na na n^Da

^DmNow kill it dead, but don't let it die, There's a price sittin' on your head ^DmFace it down, don't turn it around, Unless you want to be where you've been ^CTake yourself, don't ^B5break yourself ^DmIt's all gonna be okay ^CGet used to it, don't ^B5lose your head ^DmIt's all gonna be the same

^DmShe knows Send a message to he^Bbr ^DmShe knows She knows Get a message to he^Bbr She knows ^GNa na na na na na ^DSend a message to her ^FNa na na na na na ^{C G}Na na na na na na ^DSend a message to her ^FNa na na na na n^Da

^GmI spell out my ^Bbname In cigarettes and ^Dknives Trying to ^Bbsee her ^GmGive her a ^Bbmessage On a dirty ^Dwindow Trying to ^Bbsee her

^DI've been stripping the days Off the sidewalk and pavement ^BbThe walls are all white And we're painting them whiter ^DFor the zigzag mainline My radio's plastic ^BbAnd I've tasted the fodder Of a saccharine ending ^DDay job, pay phone, one in a trillion ^BbAnd the typecast heathen With a future all rancid ^DSomething to believe Something to believe ^BbSomething to believe Something to believe That nothing hurts your feelings