D G D
yo! bum rush the show!

G D
there’s a cop salivating on the patio

A# D
and my mind is in remission

G D
the finger snacks are on display

A# D
traveling in your spirit

G D
it’s better to be lonely with bologna

hey , stack up the bills
the highway is covered with weight – loss pills
and i’m eating all the coupons
they taste like special skin
she’s the gal i long for
i’d love to smother her with leftovers

now there’s a dead kid trying to sleep
and the shallow side of things
never looked so deep
well , it’s less than you expected
’cause it’s more than you could ever know
if you can’t pull off bitterness
some slight alienation could be just as good

solo

A# D
and it’s the most depressing cop – out

G D
my eyes did ever see

A#
i’d rather be your own

A# D
i’d rather be my own worst friend . . .

let me try that one more time!

A# D
i’d rather be your worst friend

G D
than my own best enemy!