Tuning: G C E A (G C E A) Verse 1: C There's all this dirt under my nails C E G Bm Wouldn't you like to see where I went to high school? C E Blood under my knuckles G Bm You should've heard the way I spoke last night Chorus: C
There is salt inside my mouth E Sugar on my tongue G Freckles on my cheeks Bm From good old-fashioned West Coast sun C I feel so beaten up and bruised E I don't know what I'm gonna do G I can't keep anything at all Bm From slipping through my raccoon claws C E Except for all Verse 2: C E The soap under my nails G Bm D Bm Can you imagine being back in high school? C E Blood scratched from my knuckles G Bm You should've called but I guess so should I Instrumental Break: C E G Bm C E G Bm Chorus: C There's salt inside my veins E Sugar on my tongue G Crinkles by my eyes Bm From goddamn fucking West Coast sun C I feel so beaten up and bruised E I don't know what I'm gonna do G I can't keep anything at all Bm From slipping through my raccoon claws C E Except for all Verse 3: C E This soap under my nails G Bm D Bm I never asked for this, I'm just one creature C E Blood trapped in my knuckles G N.C. I don't know what I wanted, I didn't think it was this Chorus: C There's sugar in my mouth E Liquor on my tongue G Freckles on my cheeks Bm From fucking goddamn West Coast fun C I feel so beaten up and used E I don't know what I'm gonna do G I can't keep anything at all Bm From slipping through my raccoon claws C E Except for all G Bm The soap C And blood E And guts G Bm Outro: C5 E5 G5 Bm C5 E5 G5 B5