| 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! | | | |