The Most Stereotypical Folk Punk Song Of All Time

E B C#m A E B C#m A E B C#m A we were smoking cigarettes when my friend joey overdosed in a Walmart parking lot last week E B C#m A he didn't want his parents to see heroin injection marks so he stuck the needles in his feet E B C#m A so my only friend now is a 40 oz bottle of whiskey E B C#m A gonna hop a freight train out of this stupid fucking town cuz no one understands me E B and my parents call me hopeless and my friends all call me angsty C#m A and I say f**k the police and SB-1070 E B my dog first died when I was 10 and I got my first guitar then C#m A the second time he died was when I first picked up the goddamn pen E B C#m A Whoa-ho whoa-ho whoa-ho ho ho ho ho E B C#m A Whoa-ho whoa-ho whoa-ho ho ho ho ho E B C#m A so I sat down to write a folk-punk song full of stupid cliches E B C#m A when I got out of rehab I could not remember the days E B C#m A of when I was just a low life teenage anarchist E B C#m A and I would say every stupid fascist could get my fucking fist E B C#m A Whoa-ho E B C#m A E B C#m A and ill never get a desk job ill never get married ill be a dirty slob forever B E and ill always be free