Meet Me At The Dollar Bin

N.C. (Intro is long and feedbacky) G5 Dead tired! Bone dry! Admired! E5 'Til I can't make with the batteries, bad day at the cannery G They're making a mess of me, best left tested by history E5 G5 I grab this mic, I spike it to the ground E5 The lightning's bad, but at least it's not loud G5 The lighting's bad, the band can't see the crowd E5 So I'm coming down, I'm coming down G5 I'm coming down, I'm coming down E5 I'm coming down, I'm coming down G5 I'm coming down E5 G5 E5 N.C. There is no incident N.C. There is no incident N.C. There's nothing incidental in this song N.C. There is no accident N.C. There is no accident N.C. There's nothing accidental in this song N.C. There's no coincidence N.C. There's no coincidence N.C. There's nothing coincidental in this song G5 Dead tired! E5 Bone dry! G5 Admired! E5 'Til I... G5 I grab this mic, I spike it to the ground E5 The lightning's bad, but at least it's not loud G5 The lighting's bad, the band can't see the crowd E5 So I'm coming down, I'm coming down G5 Meet me in the dollar bin, it's a band I once was in E5 Haven't done much better since, this is no coincidence G5 Been rubbing off our finger prints, covered up with phony skins E5 This giving in has worn so thin, that you can see the beat within G5 Born fat or flat chested, the best of us tested E5 We passed and we passed, we passed out when we could G5 We got old, but we got good E5 And we did all, we said we would E5