Recycled Youth Chords by Call Me Karizma
Tempo:
80.175 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
Db
Gb
C
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Ab]
[Eb] I don't know what I [Db] want, but now I [Ab] know where it went wrong.
I am doomed.
[C] Me and [Ab] my room.
I [Ab] hate [Db] this stupid song, but I [Ab] grew up to sing along.
[C] I am doomed.
[Ab] Psycho's used.
[Gb] [Ab] Calling out to all the kids sick of being tolerant, whose parents weren't involved,
and always fed them empty promises from elementary halls to everyone who's off to colleges.
I'm writing you this song, and I'm gonna start with this.
I remember little Stacy getting hated because of all the boys she dated.
Daddy was an Omie station fighting and a worry hater.
Mama's getting bored of waiting, so she finds a boy replacement.
Stacy, meet your father.
Then we wonder why [Gb] she's so [Ab] impatient.
Another kid whose mother hid him under all the covers,
cause her husband tends to get too drunk and sometimes he will push her.
Now his papa was a trucker.
He was fighting for our custody.
Oh, and for [N] the son, well, we can guess how he grew up to be.
[Ab] I want [Db] what I want, but now [Ab] I know where it went wrong.
[C] I am doomed.
Me and [Ab] my room.
I [Gb] [Ab] hate this stupid [Db] song, but I [Ab] grew up to sing along.
[C] I am doomed.
Psycho's used.
[Ab]
[Gb] [Ab] I'm not a prophet, exhausted from walking the same fucking path that my mom did.
I love her, but God, I can't watch myself hop in a coffin because of the problems she got in.
I don't know the planet, and sorry for having my guard up.
I'm watching my back from your stabbing.
I'm actually glad [G] that you're mad I'm a nuisance.
I speak for the kids that I help with my music.
Let's do [Ab] this.
Don't know what I want, but now [Gb] I know where it went [Db] wrong.
I am doomed.
Me and my room.
I [Ab] hate this stupid song, but I [Gb] grew up to sing along.
I [Db] am you.
The psychos use.
[Ab] Psycho's use.
[Gb] Psycho's use.
[Db] Psycho's use.
[Ab]
[Gb] [Db] Psycho's use.
[Ab]
[Eb] I don't know what I [Db] want, but now I [Ab] know where it went wrong.
I am doomed.
[C] Me and [Ab] my room.
I [Ab] hate [Db] this stupid song, but I [Ab] grew up to sing along.
[C] I am doomed.
[Ab] Psycho's used.
[Gb] [Ab] Calling out to all the kids sick of being tolerant, whose parents weren't involved,
and always fed them empty promises from elementary halls to everyone who's off to colleges.
I'm writing you this song, and I'm gonna start with this.
I remember little Stacy getting hated because of all the boys she dated.
Daddy was an Omie station fighting and a worry hater.
Mama's getting bored of waiting, so she finds a boy replacement.
Stacy, meet your father.
Then we wonder why [Gb] she's so [Ab] impatient.
Another kid whose mother hid him under all the covers,
cause her husband tends to get too drunk and sometimes he will push her.
Now his papa was a trucker.
He was fighting for our custody.
Oh, and for [N] the son, well, we can guess how he grew up to be.
[Ab] I want [Db] what I want, but now [Ab] I know where it went wrong.
[C] I am doomed.
Me and [Ab] my room.
I [Gb] [Ab] hate this stupid [Db] song, but I [Ab] grew up to sing along.
[C] I am doomed.
Psycho's used.
[Ab]
[Gb] [Ab] I'm not a prophet, exhausted from walking the same fucking path that my mom did.
I love her, but God, I can't watch myself hop in a coffin because of the problems she got in.
I don't know the planet, and sorry for having my guard up.
I'm watching my back from your stabbing.
I'm actually glad [G] that you're mad I'm a nuisance.
I speak for the kids that I help with my music.
Let's do [Ab] this.
Don't know what I want, but now [Gb] I know where it went [Db] wrong.
I am doomed.
Me and my room.
I [Ab] hate this stupid song, but I [Gb] grew up to sing along.
I [Db] am you.
The psychos use.
[Ab] Psycho's use.
[Gb] Psycho's use.
[Db] Psycho's use.
[Ab]
[Gb] [Db] Psycho's use.
[Ab]
Key:
Ab
Db
Gb
C
Eb
Ab
Db
Gb
[Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] I don't know what I [Db] want, but now I [Ab] know where it went wrong.
I am doomed.
[C] Me and [Ab] my room.
I [Ab] hate [Db] this stupid song, but I [Ab] grew up to sing along.
[C] I am doomed.
_ [Ab] Psycho's used. _ _
[Gb] [Ab] Calling out to all the kids sick of being tolerant, whose parents weren't involved,
and always fed them empty promises from elementary halls to everyone who's off to colleges.
I'm writing you this song, and I'm gonna start with this.
I remember little Stacy getting hated because of all the boys she dated.
Daddy was an Omie station fighting and a worry hater.
Mama's getting bored of waiting, so she finds a boy replacement.
Stacy, meet your father.
Then we wonder why [Gb] she's so [Ab] impatient.
Another kid whose mother hid him under all the covers,
cause her husband tends to get too drunk and sometimes he will push her.
Now his papa was a trucker.
He was fighting for our custody.
Oh, and for [N] the son, well, we can guess how he grew up to be.
[Ab] I want [Db] what I want, but now [Ab] I know where it went wrong.
[C] I am doomed.
_ Me and [Ab] my room.
I [Gb] [Ab] hate this stupid [Db] song, but I [Ab] grew up to sing along.
[C] I am doomed.
_ Psycho's used.
_ [Ab] _
[Gb] [Ab] I'm not a prophet, exhausted from walking the same fucking path that my mom did.
I love her, but God, I can't watch myself hop in a coffin because of the problems she got in.
I don't know the planet, and sorry for having my guard up.
I'm watching my back from your stabbing.
I'm actually glad [G] that you're mad I'm a nuisance.
I speak for the kids that I help with my music.
Let's do [Ab] this.
_ _ Don't know what I want, but now [Gb] I know where it went _ [Db] wrong.
I am doomed. _
Me and my room.
I [Ab] hate this stupid song, but I [Gb] grew up to sing along.
I [Db] am you.
The psychos use.
_ [Ab] Psycho's use. _
[Gb] Psycho's use.
_ [Db] Psycho's use. _
_ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _
_ [Gb] _ _ _ _ [Db] Psycho's use. _
_ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _
[Eb] I don't know what I [Db] want, but now I [Ab] know where it went wrong.
I am doomed.
[C] Me and [Ab] my room.
I [Ab] hate [Db] this stupid song, but I [Ab] grew up to sing along.
[C] I am doomed.
_ [Ab] Psycho's used. _ _
[Gb] [Ab] Calling out to all the kids sick of being tolerant, whose parents weren't involved,
and always fed them empty promises from elementary halls to everyone who's off to colleges.
I'm writing you this song, and I'm gonna start with this.
I remember little Stacy getting hated because of all the boys she dated.
Daddy was an Omie station fighting and a worry hater.
Mama's getting bored of waiting, so she finds a boy replacement.
Stacy, meet your father.
Then we wonder why [Gb] she's so [Ab] impatient.
Another kid whose mother hid him under all the covers,
cause her husband tends to get too drunk and sometimes he will push her.
Now his papa was a trucker.
He was fighting for our custody.
Oh, and for [N] the son, well, we can guess how he grew up to be.
[Ab] I want [Db] what I want, but now [Ab] I know where it went wrong.
[C] I am doomed.
_ Me and [Ab] my room.
I [Gb] [Ab] hate this stupid [Db] song, but I [Ab] grew up to sing along.
[C] I am doomed.
_ Psycho's used.
_ [Ab] _
[Gb] [Ab] I'm not a prophet, exhausted from walking the same fucking path that my mom did.
I love her, but God, I can't watch myself hop in a coffin because of the problems she got in.
I don't know the planet, and sorry for having my guard up.
I'm watching my back from your stabbing.
I'm actually glad [G] that you're mad I'm a nuisance.
I speak for the kids that I help with my music.
Let's do [Ab] this.
_ _ Don't know what I want, but now [Gb] I know where it went _ [Db] wrong.
I am doomed. _
Me and my room.
I [Ab] hate this stupid song, but I [Gb] grew up to sing along.
I [Db] am you.
The psychos use.
_ [Ab] Psycho's use. _
[Gb] Psycho's use.
_ [Db] Psycho's use. _
_ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _
_ [Gb] _ _ _ _ [Db] Psycho's use. _
_ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _