VERSE
Em                     C
This is the wasteland, we call this the wasteland,
A                                  B
Where fewer little posh boys can't believe we treasure beer cans.
Em
Where'd you get those fans,
C
Found them at the shop man,
A                                       B
Peculiar place to find them but they're dedicated View fans.

You think it's cynical to this home a miracle,
It's not a miracle; we're just so strangely typical,
Initiate in one gang, initiations tough man,
Imprisonment is on the cards,
We're heading for the quick sand.

CHORUS

Em          D         C                   B
Sign on the brew, coz there's nothing to do,

Em          D         C        B
Nothing to do, but listen to you,

Em          D         C                   B
Not listening to you my parents told me not to.

Em          D         C                   B