(G)Please take a long hard (G)look through your text book, ’cause I’m (F#m)his t’ry.

When (G)I strap my hel met (A)on, I’ll be long gone, ’cause I’ve been dy ing to leave.

Yeah, (G)I’ll ride the range and (G)hide all my loose change

in my (F#m)bed

roll, ’cause (G)rid ing a dirt bike down a turn pike al ways takes its toll

on me.

I’ve had just a (G)bout e nough of quote, “dia monds in the rough,”

be cause my back bone is pa per (A)thin.

Get me out of this cav ern or I’ll cave (Em)in, or I’ll cave in, or I’ll cave (Bm)in.

And if the bombs go (A)off, the sun will still be (Em7)shin ing,

be cause I’ve heard it said that ev ’ry mush room (A)cloud has a sil ver lin Though I’m al ways un der (A)min ing too deep to know.

(G)Swal low a drop of (G)grav el and black top, ’cause the road tastes like (F#m)win ter green.

The (G)wind and the rain smell (A)of (G)oil and oc tane mixed with stale gas o line.

I’ll (G)soak up the sound, try (A)to (G)sleep on the wet ground, I’ll get ten min utes (F#m)give or take, ’cause I (G)just don’t for see my (G)self get ting drow sy when cold in te gri ty keeps me wide a wake,

a wake, (Bm)a (A)wake, (F#m)a wake, (G)a (D)wake, a wake, (Bm)a (A)wake, (F#m)a wake.

Get me out of (Bm)this cav ern (F#m)or I’ll (G)cave (D)in, cave in, (Bm)cave (A)in, (F#m)cave in, (G)cave (D)in, cave in, (Bm)cave (A)in, (F#m)cave in.

Get me out of (Bm)this cav ern (F#m)or I’ll (G)cave in.

I’ll keep my hel met on just in case my (Bm)head caves in.

’Cause if my thoughts col lapse or my frame work snaps it ’ll (G)make a mess

like you would n’t be lieve.

Tie my han dle bars to the stars so I (Bm)stay on track.

And if my in (Bm)ten tions stray, I’ll wrench them a way, then I’ll (G)take my leave

and I won’t e ven look back.

I won’t e ven look back.

(D)Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da.

(D)Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da.

(D)Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da.

(Bm)Da, da, da, da, da, da, (Gsus2)da, da, da, da.