| Looks like the moon is looking after us | F# A | |
| Feels like the sun is watching our backs | E D | |
| Seems like the man in the bushes shall hide forever | F# A E D |
| It's getting colder while the birds start singing | ||
| Out in the cold, away from the crows | ||
| Good to feel we're not too old anymore | ||
| We're low on cigarettes and feeling careless |
| Bench in the park | F# E F# | |
| In the dark | G# F# G# | |
| Near the mall | B A B | |
| Kill 'em all | C# B C# |
| There's a tree overlooking the band | ||
| We get in trouble with the flowershop man | ||
| Loosin' touch with the ground | ||
| it's the electric groupie sound |
| Bench in the park | F# E F# | |
| In the dark | G# F# G# | |
| Near the mall | B A B | |
| Kill 'em all | C# B C# |
| No chicks around but still a great sound | ||
| Little wind when I'm sad, she blows my nose | ||
| But for I'm here around her she takes me down | ||
| Glorix jam in bathroom city | ||
| We're not there it's such a petty | ||
| Shame on toilet duck my sick | ||
| Hey come on potatohead, you don't wanna be here |
| Bench in the park | F# E F# | |
| In the dark | G# F# G# | |
| Near the mall | B A B | |
| Kill 'em all | C# B C# |