Bad Religion Hooray For Me... Stranger Than Fiction (1994) Tune down 1/2 step F Em Dm C F /G /G /G /G C Dm Well I can see my teenage father standing straight on a desolate corner Em F In the shower of the tentacled towers by the red light of America C Dm I imagine how his mother felt Em /G /G /G /G When she heard that her husband was dying And the underground heroes of the tarmac, shoot smack Were blowing up worlds, and damned out loud C Dm /G /G /G /G Hey, can you tell me, how does it feel? yeah tell me F C(/) Can you imagine, for a second G(/) C(/) Doing anything, that you don't have to? F C(/) Well that's what I'm accustomed to G(/) So hooray for me... and fuck you F Em Dm C F /G /G /G /G When I slept with stony faces on the riverbank My angeldevil reveler shook me desperately in dying I don't exactly want to apologize for anything - and now We're all mad and tangled In sacred rooms with roman candels On an endless graveyard train - yeah tell me Can you imagine, for a second Doing anything just because you want to? Well that's just what I do So hooray for me... and fuck you F Em Dm C F /G /G /G /G F C G C Yeah, I was dreaming through The Howzlife, yawning, car black in the night F C G (galopant) She told me mad and meaningless as ever And a song came on my radio like a cemetery rhyme For a million crying corpses in their tragedy of respectable existence F C G C F C /G /G /G /G w/ solo Tell me Can you imagine, for a second Trying half the things you ever wanted to? Well that's just what I do So hooray for me... oh yeah I'm not respectable, and never sensible I've been incredible, so damned irascible I like the things I do So hooray for me... and fuck you (ral.) C