Standard (EADGBE)
I've tried batches and batches of downers
Bags of grasses from young out-of-towners
I've seen the world through blue tinted glasses
My mustache is making my lip sore
And I've seen all my nightmares before
Well I've talked my way out of some trouble
I ran nose first straight into some more
Where is my stunt double
Rubble has barracaded my door
Each night begins a new day
Please tell me where have I heard that one before
And I've seen all my nightmares before
My eyelashes are heavy and my hands are unsteady