Bank Of The Boston Beauty Queen

	  		
Verse 1:
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 2:
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 3:
 
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 
Cm Bb A Ab Cm Dm F 
Ab Cm Am F 

Verse 4:
  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... 

Outro: 
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