Dirty Rotten Bastards Lyrics

Tr! (2012)
Since I couldn't find the chords to this anywhere, I decided to try myself. I hope
it's good enough. I couldn't figure out the solo though.
Yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah
Calling all the demons
this is the season
Next stop is therapy
We're the retarded and the brokenhearted
The season of misery
Here's to the wasted
I can almost taste it
The rejects and waste of times
Gonna take it further
Get away with murder
And no one here is getting out alive
Here's to all God's losers
Ra da da da de
The bottom-feeder's frenzy
Here's to all blood suckers
Sing along with me
'Cause we don't say no scream 1, 2, 3
Yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah
We're too old to be misbehaved
We sold our souls and so ashamed of ourselves
So we wait for Miss Judgment Day
Write me a letter and send it to my grave
All fucked up beyond intervention
Fuck the world this is my revolution
Long lost souls and livin' in cages
I'm on a bender It's one for the ages
I've got the urge to bringe and surge
The tables turn to crash and burn
Juliana homicide
Make my demons come to life
Julianna homicide
Why won't you be my blushing bride
Chop me a line of my best friend's ashes
Dust to dust; when the red lights flashes
What the fuck does "OK" stand for,
When the afterlife is nothing worth dying for?
I've got the urge to bringe and surge
The tables turn to crash and burn
Juliana homicide
Make my demons come to life
Julianna homicide
Why won't you be my blushing bride Alright!
(The solo here I have no idea of how to play, so you will have to find it somewhere else)
California's burning to the ground
And Julianna walks on holy ground
Where there's smoke there's fires burning out of the lights
'Cause California's burning down tonight
Tonight!
Calling all the demons
this is the season
Next stop is therapy
We're the retarded and the brokenhearted
The season of misery
Here's to the wasted
I can almost taste it
The rejects and waste of times
Gonna take it further
Get away with murder
And no one here is getting out alive
Here's to all God's losers
Ra da da da de
The bottom-feeder's frenzy
Here's to all blood suckers
Sing along with me
'Cause we don't say no scream 1, 2, 3
We're carried away, carried away, carried away
We're carried away, carried away, carried away
We're carried away, carried away, carried away
We're carried away, carried away, carried away
We're carried away, carried away, carried away
We're carried away, carried away, carried away