Screeching Weasel – Follow Your Leaders (Guitar)

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By the people, for the little people

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Here's how we like to start off the set

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"Dude, where's my coke?" is followed by a weak joke

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That segues into "Vote Democrat"

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Oh, how upsetting it seems I've neglected

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To mention that punk used to be so dangerous

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Follow your leaders, come all true believers

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We're charming and lovable misfit's

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Fall into line like you do all the time

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And whatever you do, don't grow up

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Listen up, friends, Romans, and countrymen

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We're not your father's rock and roll band

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"No brown M&Ms" Gee, ain't I irreverent?

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See? Please notice, I laughed at myself

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Aren't we original? PBR logos

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On all of our t-shirts and record covers

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Follow your leaders, come all true believers

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We're frat boys with sillier haircuts

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Fall into line like you do all the time

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And whatever you do, don't grow up

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      Let's head out to Punk Rock Bowling

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Then The Fest is on our list next

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Cargo vans in place of little cars

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Dyed hair instead of fezzes

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Who will whip his dick out first

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Then chase three Xanax with a fifth of Jack?

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We're so bad

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Girls, girls, Please try and control yourselves

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Drop your panties after the show

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Calm down, there's plenty of me to go around

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Now from which ass shall I snort this blow?

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Come on, can't you laugh, dude, the DT's are rad

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Oh, you killjoy, just go back to Jesus land

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Or follow your leaders, Come all true believers

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We're snide, flippant, social piranhas

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Fall into line or you'll be left behind

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And whatever you do, don't grow up

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Follow your leaders, come all true believers

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We're reliving high school as winners

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Fall into line like you do every time

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And whatever you do, don't grow up