C C F G

CSun coCmes up oFn the oGld neighborhood
Spray-painted bricks and dead firewood
Well I don't know where I'm gonna be next
I don't care where I Am gonna be

CNext time if you Cthink of it
GYou might remeGmber me as
CThe one who lCet you down
But nFever made anGother sound of feCar

C C F G

Some people like to call me Chuck
It's Charles and you are shit outta' luck
If you think you know what happens next
You think you know what happens

Next time if you think of it
You might remember me as
The one who let you down
But never made another
Sound of fear

Sun goes down on the old neighborhood
Dark, damp the stop where i once stood
I don't know where the bus stops next
And i don't care where the bus stops

Next time if you think of it
You might remember me as
The one who let you down
But never made another
Sound of fear