Performed by 311From the album "Grassroots" on Capricorn RecordsMusic by: N. Hexum, T. Mahoney & C. SextonLyrics by: N. Hexum & D. Martinez(c) 1994 Allegiance Music/Hydroponic Music BMI---------------Tabbed by: Christopher Comeaux (Christopher.Comeaux@Eng.Auburn.EDU)Lyric Help by: 5liter (5liter@pdq.net)John Rogers (Toadie8587@aol.com)NEMMIE13 (NEMMIE13@aol.com)Adam Rechkemmer (kwsrok@aol.com)The 311 Guitar Archive -- http://chromosome.colorado.edu/311archive/Verse A:========N.C.1:--------------------------- 2:--------------------------- 3:--------------------------- 4:--------------------------- 5:--------------------------- 6:-0-2-0-2-0-3-3-3-4-4-4-7\\-Verse B:========Ab5 F#51:-4-4-4-4--2-2-2-2- 2:-4-4-4-4--2-2-2-2- 3:------------------ 4:------------------ 5:------------------ 6:------------------Pre-Chorus:===========N.C.1:----------------------------- 2:----------------------------- 3:---3------------------------- 4:-3---3-1-----------------(2)- 5:---------4-4--3-4-3-2-1-1---- 6:-----------------------------NOTE: (Last time only)Chorus:=======N.C.1:----------------- 2:----------------- 3:----------------- 4:---------------2- 5:-4-4-4-4-4-4-4--- 6:-----------------Lyrics/Song Structure:======================---> Play Verse A over:We were born in the seventiesThe rippin and rhyming and brethren seeWe're filling taste greatIn the old school I was eightFor the new school I was lateBut in high school I was debateI rate in the great state of CaliforniaI'm warning ya---> Play Verse B over:Me ne je vais a la plage parce que le guignol est chouette!(Translation: I go to the beach because the puppet show is grand.)I kick nonsense in French tasty like Crepe SuzetteI bet you're feelin famished for a 311 sandwichNot the wack Dj's that I'm (gonn)a damage---> Play Verse A over:I like a beat that's unique and I like my head zoomingAnd in my Continental you know that shit's boomingWith the diamond in the back suicide doorsYou can look from here to eternityAnd never receive your morselAnother tale of ordinary madnessThe girl who gave you her sex I heard was homeless sayAll I really wanna is to feel nirvanaWon't you take me tonight and we just might find---> Play Pre-Chorus over:A bottle of wine and feel our nasty natureYour tongue lickin' up my tongueYour radio pickin' up a smokey jazz love songMadness becomes you even though yourLivin' life it's hard to exist---> Play Chorus over:When you're tempted by flesh you wanna bust throughBeautiful legs in the bar there is poetryShe bends and suspends and her assIs a marvelous thingA dance dancin' at a club the HereafterWho can't really dance but that doesn't really matterAnd she won't hear applauseCuz your drunk and lostAll light is goneYour arms spread like a crossAnd you're dreaming that the world will soon fall apart---> Play Verse A over:Topless girl in your gaze which is hazyTakes your dollarIn the gutter without cigarettesOr wine you're hungoverI was warned of your normal behavior and feltMy life was too short to consider your wack self---> Play Verse B over:It's like this when you dip downAnd you are boxin'Reeling against the ropes and youFace some young MexicanYour scrappin' your neck getsSnapped back your eyes have bledYour thinking' about a comebackBut your takin' it to the head---> Play Pre-Chorus over:You little bastardBetter watch you backCuz we're afterYour punk ass by God we're gonna jack itYou're played out and small timeAnd your show is overYou're 'bout as lucky as a three leaf clover---> Play Chorus over:And your older ho bag sceezerIn her droopy saggy skinWho thought she was a modelBut in truth a never-has-beenYou're both fools, you and your cheap rooms tooThe cigar, biting your lips the way'd love you too---> Play Chorus (x4)
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