Homecoming Serf

	  		Verse: 1 

B          F# 
Sixty five miles an hour 
E 
I’m not home yet 
          F# 
Telephone poles get 
           B 
blurred together, in gray weather 
          F# 
till they look like crucifixes 
      E 
Until something in me thinks if 
             F# 
I was nimble enough, 
              B 
I’d climb one up and be a symbol 
       F# 
giving cars a heart attack 
                 E 
cause I’ve got a knack for these shock tactics 
                       F# 
and I want my suburb back. 

       B 
But it was never mine, 
             F# 
besides, I’d never crucify 
            E 
myself, and Jesus of Suburbia’s 
                  F# 
a myth that never died 

            B 
Homecoming queen, not in my dreams 
             F#                  F# F 
I'll be homecoming serf, it seems 
E 
but hey, it doesn’t even bother me 
      E                              F#  E 
We’ve moved away, and who needs royalty? 

 
E    F#            B   B/A# 
   I love vacation days 
       G#m         F#       E 
It’s a blacked out haze I’m in 
            F# 
This cul de sac is coming 
B     B/A# G#m  F#   E 
back, back back back back 

E     F#                   B   B/A# 
Who cares if we're obscure 
G#m        F# 
Homecoming serf 
E                 F#               G     G#m 
I know this quiet life, it used to hurt 
              E                 F#              B 
but now we're dancing round and laughing in the dirt 


Verse: 2 
     B 
It's barely one pm 
       F# 
And my cooking's barely done 
       E                                                   F# 
and my thighs feel like the chicken breast I hated slicing up 
             B                     F# 
I think I'll be a vegetarian, kill two birds with one stone 
            E 
I’ll lose a stone, I'll feel humane 
                           F# 
I cook the meat and eat it anyway 

   B 
I think that I’ll rebel now 
         F# 
Not like my age is too late 
               E 
I’m still half straight but I can easily 
                   F# 
act gayer than fck h8 

              B 
And I'll tell kids to smoke cigs and weed 
   F# 
despite the surgeon’s warning 
         E 
I’ll eat LSD soaked mini wheats 
                                      F# 
in white russians for breakfast every morning 

 
E   F#                  B 
   I love vacation days 
B/A#      G#m        F#        E 
   It’s a blacked out haze I’m in 
            F# 
This cul de sac is coming 
B     B/A# G#m  F#   E 
back, back back back back 

E     F#                   B   B/A# 
  Who cares if we're obscure 
    G#m     F# 
Homecoming serf 
  E               F#               G    G#m 
I know this quiet life, it used to hurt 
              E                 F#              B 
but now we're dancing round and laughing in the dirt 


Interlude 
E           F#         G     G#m 
La la la la la la la la la          (x3) 
E           F#        B 
La la la la la la la la 

Verse: 3 
      B 
Don’t think I'm pointing fingers 
          F# 
These are crocodile tears 
             E 
It's no ones fault but mine 

That I shut up 
                    F# 
For all of eighteen years 

           B 
But now my friends are driving out 
            F# 
We’re gonna walk around the mall 
             E 
We'll be the youngest there 
                                F# 
Who cares, we'll call ourselves adults 

Bridge 
E     F#               B 
   At least I’ve got a cat, 
B/A#        G#m      F#      E 
 though she hates me bad, it seems 
       F#             B B/A#   G#m   F# 
but we reign over the SUVs and dairy queens 
     E         F# 
This isn't lyricism 
         B        B/A#       G#m  F# 
I'm just dropping rhymes like flies 
E                  F# 
Let’s go freak out everyone 
   G                  G#m 
No reason, who knows why? 

               E 
What’s on your mind? 
    F#                G              G#m 
not like I’ve got the time to stick around, 
              E 
I’ll catch my flight, 
            F#                G               G#m 
make like a pop punk kid, and get out of this town 
               E 
What’s on your mind? 
           F#            G               G#m 
There’s no point left to keep your image down, 
        E     F# 
Let’s terrify 

 
E    F#            B 
   I love vacation days 
B/A#      G#m         F#       E 
   It’s a blacked out haze I’m in 
            F# 
This cul de sac is coming 
B     B/A# G#m  F#   E 
back, back back back back 

E    F#                B 
 Who cares if we're obscure 
B/A# G#m    F# 
 Homecoming serf 
  E               F#               G   G#m  F# 
I know this quiet life, it used to hurt 
              E                 F#              G    G#m  F# 
but now we're dancing round and laughing in the dirt 

     E               F#            G     G#m  F# 
This one goes out to my homecoming serfs 
      E                F#            G     G#m  F# 
Yeah, pour one out for my homecoming serfs 
     E               F#            G     G#m  F# 
This one goes out to my homecoming serfs 
      E                 F#              B 
We’re dancing round and laughing in the dirt