Off With Their Heads - Die young

^C I don't care for any^Fthing I can't ^Gstand this any^Cway I'd live fast if it were ^Ffun Am I ^Gold enough to die ^Cyoung? I count one and I count ^Ftwo I hope to ^Ghell I don't see ^Cyou I'm waiting on these goddamn ^Fdrugs Transport^G, I gotta transport

^CHey Mom and Dad don't shop universities Don't ^Fworry about our future or the ^Gmatter of succeeding I'm not ^Cbluffing on how I don't wanna live to be 3^F4 But when I'm ^G40 I'll sing it once ^Cmore The brittled boned boys march a^Fgain they'll vali^Gdate with cheap slo^Cgans and reminisce about being dumb ^Fkids But then of ^Gcourse go sing it a^Cgain

^CAm I scared or just plain ^Fbored I'll try ^Gthings I wouldn't be^Cfore My ten foot pole got cut real ^Fshort And curi^Gosities not what ^Cfor Self destruction from apa^Fthy My do^Gmestic ene^Cmy I'm sick of right I'm sick of ^Fwrong Is This ^Greal or just a dumb ^Csong

^CHey this is not the way I wanted things to ^Fbe It's not my ^Gblueprint it's just plan ^Cz To be naive to resusci^Ftate and dig a foot a ^Gweek to get out of your ^Cgrave The brittled boned boys march a^Fgain they'll vali^Gdate with cheap slo^Cgans and reminisce about being dumb ^Fkids I got more res^Gpect for ripe slit ^Cwrists

We're gonna die ^Fyoung We're gonna die ^Gyoung We're gonna die ^Cyoung (x4)

^CPretentious gen x is all I see from ^Fyou Kill what's ^Gdead find something ^Cnew (x4)