Im Riding My Bike To Charleston

G G Am I've rolled down to the bottom of my col-de-sac D And i've been down here for a while G And I ain't never going back Am And no maple bar or chocolate milk could ever lift me up D G And no donut shop or Elvgren doll could ever cheer me up G Am Cause I'm all smooth skin, but shakey bones D G I'm a fever, I'm a creeper, I'm a broken hearted dreamer and I'm leaving home G Am Cause I'm all smooth skin, but shakey bones D G I'm a fever, I'm a creeper, I'm a broken hearted dreamer and I'm leaving home Yeah G Am D G G Am D G G Am D Now I'm a grateful guy to be living here in this place but right now, the surf and sand and sunshine G seem to be spitting in my face G Am D G And I am so cold, the west coast has gotten so cold, and I don't need no metaphors to say i feel like shit G Am Cause I'm all smooth skin, but shakey bones D G I'm a fever, I'm a creeper, I'm a broken hearted dreamer and I'm leaving home G Am Cause I'm all smooth skin, but shakey bones D G I'm a fever, I'm a creeper, I'm a broken hearted dreamer and I'm leaving home G Am D G G Am D G G G G So they're cutting all your dreams in two C Well its my hand you have to hold on to Am D Cause paranoia don't belong in people like me and you G C Truth be told, I'm only four years old and I'm packing up my things, I'm running from home Am D G I'll ride my bike to Charleston cause the people there are god-awful nice