A | E | D |
Out here in | the | fields |
A | E | D |
I fight for | my m | eals |
A | E | D | A | E | D |
I get m | y b | ack into my | living | | |
A | E | D |
I don’t need | to f | ight |
A | E | D | A | E | D |
I d | on’t | need to be for | given, yeah, yeah, | yeah, | yeah |
Don’t raise your eye
| A | D | E |
It’s | only | teenage | wasteland |
A | E | D |
Sally, take | my | hand |
A | E | D |
We’ll travel South | cross | land |
A | E | D | A | E | D |
Put out the fire | , and | don’t look past my | shoulder | | |
A | E | D |
The happy ones | are | near |
A | E | D | A | E | D |
Let’s get together, | be | fore we get much | older | | |
| A | E | D |
It’s only teenage | wasteland | | |
| A | E | D |
Teenage | wasteland, | oh | yeah |
| E | E | D | D |
They’re all | wasted! | | | |