Parents

[Intro]

Am         Fm
I was born in a messed up century
   C                          Dm
My favourite flavoured sweets are raspberry amphetamines
Am                       F
I bought a car, Beretta, age 16
            C                        Dm
I brush my teeth with bleach 'cause I ain’t got time for cavities
Am              F
My daddy put a gun to my head
C                                    Dm
Said, "If you kiss a boy, I'm gonna shoot you dead"
     Am                               F
So I tied him up with gaffa tape and I locked him in a shed
        C                            E
Then I went out to the garden and I fucked my best friend

        F        C                Am
'Cause my high hopes are getting low
              G             F
Because these people are so old
             C              Am
The way they think about it all
     G                    F
If I tried, I would never know
          C                Am
My high hopes are getting low
      G                  F
But I know I'll never be alone
        E               F
It's alright, we'll survive

'Cause parents ain't always right

F        C
I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I
Dm      Am
I-I-I-I-I-I-I
F        C
I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I
 Dm
I-I-I-I-I-I-I

Put a toaster in my bath, watch my mum and dad laugh.
C                                        Dm
See a thousand volts go through the son they wish they never had
             Am                         F
They told me casual affection leads to sexual infection
            D                         Dm
But it's hard to get an erection when you're so used to rejection
           Am
Yeah, the teacher fucked the preacher
    F
But then he had to leave her
C                              Dm
Had to wash away the sins of a male cheerleader
 Am                    F
"Hi, nice to meet ya," got nothing to believe in
D
So let me know when my breathing stops

        F        C                Am
'Cause my high hopes are getting low
              G             F
Because these people are so old
             C              Am
The way they think about it all
     G                    F
If I tried, I would never know
          C                Am
My high hopes are getting low
      G                  F
But I know I'll never be alone
        E               F
It's alright, we'll survive

'Cause parents ain't always right

F        C
I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I
Dm      Am
I-I-I-I-I-I-I
F        C
I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I
 Dm
I-I-I-I-I-I-I

Am
Tick, tock, stop the clock
Dm                             E
Because I get the feeling that I'm gonna get shot
Am
Tick, tock, stop the clock
Dm                             E
Because I get the feeling that I'm gonna get shot

   F    C                 Am
My high hopes are getting low
              G             F
Because these people are so old
             C              Am
The way they think about it all
     G                    F
If I tried, I would never know
   C                      Am
My high hopes are getting low
     G                   F
But I know I'll never be alone
      E             Am
It's alright, we'll survive

'Cause parents ain't always right

F        C
I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I
Dm      Am
I-I-I-I-I-I-I
F        C
I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I
 Dm         C
I-I-I-I-I-I-I