Meet Me At The Dollar Bin

G5
Dead tired! Bone dry! Admired!
E5
'Til I can't make with the batteries, bad day at the cannery
G
They're making a mess of me, best left tested by history
E5

G5
I grab this mic, I spike it to the ground
E5
The lightning's bad, but at least it's not loud
G5
The lighting's bad, the band can't see the crowd
E5
So I'm coming down, I'm coming down
G5
I'm coming down, I'm coming down
E5
I'm coming down, I'm coming down
G5
I'm coming down
E5

G5 E5

[Verse 2]
N.C.
There is no incident
N.C.
There is no incident
N.C.
There's nothing incidental in this song
N.C.
There is no accident
N.C.
There is no accident
N.C.
There's nothing accidental in this song
N.C.
There's no coincidence
N.C.
There's no coincidence
N.C.
There's nothing coincidental in this song

[Chorus]
G5
Dead tired!
E5
Bone dry!
G5
Admired!
E5
'Til I...

[Verse]
G5
I grab this mic, I spike it to the ground
E5
The lightning's bad, but at least it's not loud
G5
The lighting's bad, the band can't see the crowd
E5
So I'm coming down, I'm coming down

[Chorus]
G5
Meet me in the dollar bin, it's a band I once was in
E5
Haven't done much better since, this is no coincidence
G5
Been rubbing off our finger prints, covered up with phony skins
E5
This giving in has worn so thin, that you can see the beat within
G5
Born fat or flat chested, the best of us tested
E5
We passed and we passed, we passed out when we could
G5
We got old, but we got good
E5
And we did all, we said we would