Artist: Beck
Album: One Foot in the Grave
Track: 5. CYANIDE BREATH MINT

Tune guitar down one full step
 
A           F               D             G 
   Definitely, this is the wrong place to be 
         F            C 
there's blood on the futon, 
           E            A 
there's a kid drinkin' fire. 
                   F 
Goin' down to the sea, 
          D         G 
they got people to meet, 
         F              C 
shakin' hands with themselves, 

         E           F      Gb
lookin' out for themselves. 

C             F           G 
   When they ask you for credit, 
 F           C 
give them a branch. 
C             F           G 
   When they want you to get it, 
 F           C 
chew on the grass. 
   E       F 
I know, I know 
             D          G 
'cause they told me to tell you 
          F         C 
there's nothing to tell you, 
          E         A 
there's nothing to sell you. 

In the afternoon, riding the scapegoat, 
burning equipment, decomposing. 
Cool off your jets, 
take off your sweats, 
I got a funny feeling 
they got plastic in the afterlife. 

When they want you to cry, 
leap into the sky. 
When they suck your mind, 
like a pigeon you fly. 
I know, I know, 
it's the positive people 
running from their time 
looking for some feeling.