Cyanide Breath Mint

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Definite[F]ly this is the [D]wrong place to [G]be  
There's [F]blood on the [C]futon
There's a [E]kid drinking [A]fire
Going down to the [F]sea  
They got [D]people to [G]meet
Shaking [F]hands with them[C]selves
Looking [E]out for them[F]selves

[G#]    [C]    
When they [F]ask you for [G]credit
[F]Give them a [C]branch
When they [F]want you to [G]get it
[F]Chew on the [C]grass
I [E]know, I [F]know
'Cos they [D]told me to [G]tell you
There's [F]nothing to [C]tell you
There's [E]nothing to [A]sell you

In the after[F]noon
[D]Riding the [G]scapegoat
[F]Burning e[C]quipment
Cool off your [F]jets
[D]Take off your [G]sweats
I got a [F]funny [C]feeling
They got [E]plastic in the [F]afterlife

[G#]    [C]    
When they [F]want you to [G]cry  
[F]Leap into the [C]sky  
When they [F]suck your [G]mind,
Like a [F]pigeon you'll [C]fly  
I [E]know, I [F]know
It's the [D]positive [G]people
Running [F]from their [C]time
Looking [E]for some [A]feeling

Definitely this is the wrong place to be
There's blood on the futon
There's a kid drinking fire
Going down to the sea
They got people to meet
Shaking hands with themselves
Looking out for themselves

When they ask you for credit
Give them a branch
When they want you to get it
Chew on the grass
I know, I know
'Cos they told me to tell you
There's nothing to tell you
There's nothing to sell you

In the afternoon
Riding the scapegoat
Burning equipment
Cool off your jets
Take off your sweats
I got a funny feeling
They got plastic in the afterlife

When they want you to cry
Leap into the sky
When they suck your mind,
Like a pigeon you'll fly
I know, I know
It's the positive people
Running from their time
Looking for some feeling

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