The Distillers - Young and crazed peeling

Are you ^Gready to ^Cbe lib^Ferated On this ^Gsad side ^Ccity ^Fstreet? Well, the ^Gbirds have been ^Cfreed from their ^Fcages I got ^Gfreedom ^Cand my ^Fyouth

^GMy name is Brody, ^FI'm from Melbourne ^CFitzroy Melbourne, Fitzroy Melbourne ^GI grew up on Bell Street, ^Fthen on Bennett Street My ^Cmum kicked out my dad for battery ^GFound a way, she ^Ffound a way ^CShe found a way out of spiritual penury ^GWorking single mother in an ^Furban struggle ^CBlames herself now cause I grew up troubled

^GIt^{C F}hit me I ^F#got ^Fevery^Cthing ^GI need^{G F# F G}It^{C F}hit me I ^F#got ^Fevery^Cthing ^GI need^{G F# F}

^GMy one heart felt too ^Fmuch from the start ^CI've seen people come and go, living large and living low ^GYou can build up your walls ^Fsitting on death row ^CLet the curtain fall on your murdered soul ^GYou can wash it all down, ^Fswallow your story ^CGet smacked off your head, go down in drumroll glory ^GYou won't solve it committing ^Fself-inflicted crime ^CGo on, pull the trigger, this will be the last time

^GIt^{C F}hit me I ^F#got ^Fevery^Cthing ^GI need^{G F# F G}It^{C F}hit me I ^F#got ^Fevery^Cthing ^GI need^{G F# F}

^GI speak of the truth, ^Fthe truth of the heart ^CLike a desperate thirst in a raging drought ^GHey youth, ^Ftime flies by ^CThere's an everlasting battle for eternal life ^GI love a man from ^FCalifornia ^CHe's the prettiest thing, we got the same disorder ^GThe way you feel ^Fits okay ^CIt's never gonna change anyway

^GIt^{C F}hit me I ^F#got ^Fevery^Cthing ^GI need^{G F# F G}It^{C F}hit me I ^F#got ^Fevery^Cthing ^GI need^{G F# F}

^GIt^{C F}hit me I ^F#got ^Fevery^Cthing ^GI need^{G F# F G}It^{C F}hit me I ^F#got ^Fevery^Cthing ^GI need^{G F# F}

Are you ^Gready to ^Cbe lib^Ferated On this ^Gsad side ^Ccity ^Fstreet? Well, the ^Gbirds have been ^Cfreed from their ^Fcages I got ^Gfreedom ^Cand my ^Fyouth