Patent Pending - Punk rock songs

While you're out there living yo^Ebur life ^Gm I've been spending most of^Cm mine ^Bb Tryna be ^Eba part of yours ^Gm Three min^Futes at a time ^Bb I've been layi^Ebng tracks down ^Gm Tryna fin^Cmd my way ^Bb To be the backgr^Ebound sound ^Gm To your glor^Fy days ^Bb And the best^Eb it ever gets ^Gm Is you come see ^Cmus for a night ^Bb But that show^Eb it always ends ^Gm Yeah they're gonna kill tho^Fse lights! ^Bb And you'^Ebll get back to living ^Gm And I'll get bac^Cmk on that bus ^Bb We either keep driving^Eb cos we're driven ^Gm Or we're just too dumb t^Fo give up

So here we go! ^Bb Back down this lonely r^Eboad ^Bb Leave a little pie^Fce of my soul ^Gm Right there in that microp^Ebhone ^Bb Well they ain't never made me^Bb a dime But they helped me find wher^Ebe I belong! ^Bb I swear the greatest nights^F of my life ^Gm Were spent singing these punk rock ^Ebsongs ^Bb

I m^Ebet a kid in Lond^Gmon, who said she got the rocket on^Cm her sleeve ^Bb To remind her of when she's lost and lef^Ebt with nothing ^Gm She's always got her Second F^Family! ^Bb 'Cos it's more than a place t^Ebhat we go ^Gm More than just some banners a^Cmnd bands ^Bb It's the greatest peop^Eble I'll ever know ^Gm It's what mad^Fe me who I am ^Bb

So here we go! ^Bb Back down this lonely r^Eboad ^Bb Leave a little pie^Fce of my soul ^Gm Right there in that microp^Ebhone ^Bb Well they ain't never made me^Bb a dime But they helped me find wher^Ebe I belong! ^Bb I swear the greatest nights^F of my life ^Gm Were spent singing these punk rock ^Ebsongs ^Bb

Singing that woah^Eb-oh-oh-oh-oh ^{Bb Cm}Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh^Bb (Woah!) Woah^Eb-oh-oh-oh-oh^{Bb F}Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh^Bb!

All the roadside calls ^Bband "I missed you's" Every "I'm comin^Ebg home soon" ^Bb Scribbled set lists^F in flooded green ro^Gmoms And other years spent p^Ebaying dues ^Bb Hawking T-shirts^Bb on broken tables Lugging that gear ^Ebthrough the rain ^Bb Blasting old guitars t^Fhrough busted cables ^Gm To think we only have ou^Ebrselves to blame ^Bb For every empty gas tan^Bbk and wallet Pushing that van an^Ebother mile ^Bb All the "so clos^Fe I can taste i^Gmt!-s" Yeah, they still^Eb make me smile ^Bb 'Cos I'm pro^Bbud of where we come from And every lesso^Ebn learned since ^Bb If I could red^Fo all we'v^Gme done... I wouldn't chan^Ebge a single thing! ^Bb

So here we go! ^Bb Back down this lonely r^Eboad ^Bb Leave a little pie^Fce of my soul ^Gm Right there in that microp^Ebhone ^Bb

Well they ain't never made me^Bb a dime But they helped me find wher^Ebe I belong! ^Bb I swear the greatest nights^F of my life ^Gm Were spent singing these punk rock ^Ebsongs ^Bb

We be singing that woah-oh^Eb-oh-oh-oh ^{Bb Cm}Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh^Bb (Woah!) Woah^Eb-oh-oh-oh-oh^{Bb F}Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh^Bb! We be singing that woah-oh^Eb-oh-oh-oh ^{Bb Cm}Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh^Bb Yeah I fou^Fnd where I belong ^Gm Singing these punk r^Ebock songs ^Bb