(transcribed from an acoustic performance at Calvin College on 4-14-00)
Tuning: GGDGBD
Capo: 2
G: 000000
D/G: 004030
C/G: 002010
Em: 999900
D: 777700
C: 555500
Verse pattern:
D/G C/G G
--0-0-0-0--0-0-0-0---0-0-0-0--0-0-0-0--
--3-3-3-3--1-1-1-1---0-0-0-0--0-0-0-0--
--0-0-0-0--0-0-0-0---0-0-0-0--0-0-0-0--
--4-4-4-4--2-2-2-2---0-0-0-0--0-0-0-0--
--0-0-0-0--0-0-0-0---0-0-0-0--5-5-5-4--
--0-0-0-0--0-0-0-0---0-0-0-0--5-5-5-4--
anyone remember Tony . . . . . . . . etc.
D/G C/G G
Does anyone remember Tony?
D/G C/G G
He was a quiet boy, a little overweight, he had breasts like a girl
D/G C/G G
When I wasn't too busy feeling lonely
D/G C/G G D/G C/G G
I'd stare over his shoulder at a map of the world
D/G C/G G
He always finished all his homework
D/G C/G G
Raised his hand in homeroom
D/G C/G G
For the morning attendance
D/G C/G G
And to pledge allegiance to the gloom
Em D C G
Hey Tony, what's so good about dying
Em D C G
I think I might do a little dying today
Em D C G
Looked in the mirror saw that little faggot staring back at him
Em D C G
Pulled out a gun and blew himself away
I hated every day of high school
Funny, I guess you did too
Funny how I never knew
There I was sitting right behind you
They wrote it in the local rag
Death comes to the local fag
I guess you finally stopped believing that any hope would ever find you
I knew that story, I was sitting right behind you
Hey Tony, what's so good about dying?
I think I might do a little dying today
He looked in the mirror, saw that little faggot staring back at him
Pulled out a gun, and blew himself away