No One Likes You

A Dm There's nothing left to do now C#m F#m* I'm a soccer mom in the spring A Dm A No one likes you or the high horse you ride on A Dm The days, they feel like chores now C#m F#m* The crowds do not applaud A Dm A 'cause no one likes you or the band you're in at all Dm Come on while you're young crack a grin (Dm) Tell them you're on your shit because A C# D F#m After all A C# D F#m After all No one likes you A C# D F#m No one likes you A C# D F#m No one likes you A C# D F#m A C# E A Dm C#m F#m* A Dm A A Dm I just want to take acid C#m F#m* Or play ping pong with Ian Jones A Dm A No one likes your or the basement you came from A Dm I'm boring but I'm trying C#m F#m* Does that count just a little bit? A Dm A No one likes you or your hundred year-old home Dm Come on while you're young crack a grin (Dm) Tell them you're on your shit because A C# D F#m After all A C# D F#m No one likes you A C# D F#m No one likes you A C# D F#m No one likes you A C# D F#m No one likes you A C# D F#m E F#m E F#m E F#m E After all No one likes you