Bank Of The Boston Beauty Queen

G                          Ab
I've tried dolls that were guaranteed
                                        F
sixteen or under none were very exciting
G                          Dm
Sorta like a laugh track or whacking off
                  F               G       Bb
they'll get you off but it's just not the real thing
G                Cm
Its been decades since my pit days
                            G                 C
But I haven't shaken it - I sit there like an idiot

G                               Ab
Still caught up in the old punk protocol
                                     Ab
And dreaming that the teenagers will think
                  C
that I'm a radical
                                F
and I still wait for the bus to come where
                     Eb      F
the high school got torn down
Cm                 Eb
Still expecting to find true love among the
Fm
skateboarders hanging out
   F                              Ab
In the back of the bank in my hometown

[Interlude]

Cm F

[Verse]

G                                    Am
All this talk and no action's got me stiff
                    B
from the tit to the bone
F                C                  B
So I'm living in la la land - but at least I'm
Fm            Cm
not living at home

G                      Dm
Same old catcalls, the same old
F
chemicals
                          Fm
Same old thrills stealing stockings from
       G
the shopping mall
Cm
It's simple enough to grow the fuck up
F
happy with the rough cut
G                             B              C
Nobodys in here looking for a diamond in the rough but

                    B                       F                 B
I still wait for my mom to come and pick me up at Holly's house
Cm       C          F
10 years after they cashed it in to make a
Ab                            Bb
multi-level parking lot for a seven-eleven
    Bb
and Burger King

Cm                       Ab
I've got cryptographs I've got all the phones tapped
  Cm                 Am
It's proof enough it is indisputable
Cm
Love's not good enough
Fm
I want photographs
Cm
Something that will teach me my
           Ab
arithmetic at last...

[Interlude]

G Cm G Bm C

[Verse]

G                                    Cm
Better get your kids in - I'm on the loose again
    A               B
And getting more ridiculous the more I
Dm                      F
think I ought to get my mind out of the
G
gutter
              F          G
(it's getting dangerous, Amanda-you are
Dm                   E
old enough to be the pork)
     G              Dm
He's my own private highway from the
F
cradle to the grave
                         C
I save a bundle skipping middle age and
Fm
Saturdays

    G                            F
and I still wait for the cops to come where
    Cm                   F
the station since burned down
G                       F
Still expecting they'll pick me up for all the
Eb                      F
sins I committed in the back of the banged-up pickup truck

Cm       Bb          F         Cm
I've got autographs, backstage passes
    F
and leather jacket back patches up the ass
Cm                   F   Ab
Ask me anything I've got evidence
Cm             Bb
Single serving saccharine packets
F                Bb             Ab
dripping black with lipstick kisses

[Instrumental]

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Ab Cm Am F

[Verse]

  G                         F
I still wait for the bus to come back where
                Eb          Dm
the high school got torn down
B                  Bb           F
Still expecting to find true love among the
Eb            F
skateboarders hanging out
F
In the back of the bank in my home-

Dm                   Cm
I'm no pederast just out of interest
Ab                  Cm        F
Thank you, but I'm capable of getting up
                   Ab
and getting dressed

Cm                      Bb
Love's not good enough I want
Ab
photographs
    Cm              F               Ab
Something that will teach me common sense
Cm            Bb
Time and time again
  F                 Cm   Bb
I think I'll dye my hair again
Ab
Oh god
Cm
Sixteen
Cm
No, I'm ten
Ab  F
I'm seventeen
G
And a bank of Boston beauty queen...