Out here in (C)the fields

I fight for (C)my meals,

I get my (C)back in to my liv ing.

I don’t need (C)to fight

to prove (C)I’m (Bb)right.

I don’t (C)need to be for giv en.

(CN.C.)Don’t

cry;

don’t raise your eye.

It’s on

ly

teen

age

waste land.

Sal ly, take (C)my hand,

We’ll trav el south, (C)’cross (Bb)land.

(F)Put out the fire (C)and (Bb)don’t look past my shoul der.

The ex o dus is (C)here;

the hap py ones (C)are near.

(F)Let’s get to geth er (C)be (Bb)fore we get much old er.

Teen age (F)waste land;

it’s on ly teen (C)age (F)waste land.

Teen (C)age (F)waste land;

(it’s on ly) teen (C)age (F)waste land.

They’re (C)all wast ed!