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From: "misfit 138" 
Subject: CRD: Hooray for me, Bad Religion
Date: Fri, 17 Oct 1997 21:16:45 PDT

Song:	Hooray For Me
Band:	Bad Religion
Album:	Stranger Than Fiction

By Misfit 138
[email protected]


INTRO:
E  D#  C#  B  E  F#  E/F# (E slide to F#)


VERSE 1:
           E          
Well I can see my teenage father standing 

F#
straight on a desolate corner

       G#
In the shadow of tenticled towers

       A
by the red light of America

E                 F#
I imagine how his mother felt

         G#                         E/F#
When she heard that her husband was dying

        E                         F#
And the underground heroes of the tarmack

                    G#
shooting smack were blowing up worlds and

A
***ed out loud

E           F#                  E/F#
Hey can you tell me how does it feel?


CHORUS 1:
        E                 B
Tell me,  can you imagine  for a second

E/F#           B      
Doing anything   that you don't have to

E                 B
 Well that's what I'm accustomed to 

       E/F#
So hooray for me ... and *** you


(Repeat Intro)

VERSE 2:
When I slept with stony faces on the riverbank
My angeldevil reveler shook me desperately in dying
I don't exactly want to apologize for anything
And now, we're all mad and stranded in secret rooms
with Roman candles
On an endless graveyard train

Chorus 2:
Yeah tell me, can you imagine for a second
doing anything just 'cos you want to
Well that's just what I do so hooray for me...
and *** you

(Repeat Intro)


           E                    D#      
Yeah I was dreaming through the howzlife 

        C#              B        E
yawning car black on my mind(?)  She told

           F#    
me mad and meaningless as ever

E                     D#           C#
And a song came on my radio like a cemetery

B           E              F#
rhyme for a million crying corpses in their

E/F#
tragedy of respectable existence


Solo (Over chorus chords)


Chorus 3:
Yeah tell me, can you imagine for a second
trying half the things you ever wanted to
Well that's just what I do so hooray for me...
Oh yeah


CHORUS 4:
I'm not respectable, never sensible
maybe incredible, so *** irrascible
I like the things I do so hooray for me...
and *** you