G                          F#   C 
Mic City Sons seem to dumb everything down 
      G 
I got wished a lot of luck 
                  F#        C 
And I'll tell you what it's worth now 
 
  
       A#           C 
It's a cold-blooded style 
A#                F# 
It never was worthwhile 
          A#           C 
You're as good as they come 
           A#             F# 
But you're such a f**king trial 
 
  
G 
You went and called me up 
              F#    C 
Do you bother me on purpose? 
            G 
You make me feel like I'm half my age 
             F#       C 
And at least twice as nervous 
 
   
    A#     C         A#         F# 
You go out whistling "Sweet Caroline" 
        A#      C                 A#             F# 
And I'm being a big pain 'cause I never speak my mind 
 
  
G                       F#       C 
It's a miracle how no offense is taken 
        G 
But I'm full of them, man 
                  F#    C 
Any time you feel up to face them 
       G 
You go drink your problems still 
         F#     C 
A statue in the barroom 
           G 
You've got feelings left to k*ll 
                 F#     C 
Yeah, I won't forget it too soon 
 
  
       A#           C 
It's a cold-blooded style 
   A#             F# 
It never was worthwhile 
          A#           C 
You're as good as they come 
           A#             F# 
But you're such a f**king trial 
       A#  C         A#         F# 
You go out whistling "Sweet Caroline" 
        A#      C                 A#             F# 
And I'm being a big pain 'cause I never speak my mind 
 
  
          A#                  F# 
You don't want me to speak my mind