[Verse 1]
I lost the confidence to write a song
So i found three simple chords
And I held them together with my weak voice
On an out-of-tune guitar my father gave to me
And may Elvis turn in his grave
And Les Paul curse my dirty calloused fingers
And may the likes of this song never make one fucking dollar
Leave it for a demo tape to be played until it's broken
Then remembered only for what it was
[Chorus]
That we gave 'em hell
That we gave 'em hell
That we gave 'em hell
That we gave 'em hell
That we gave 'em hell
That we gave 'em hell
[Verse 2]
To my friends and enemies who could have been anything
Titans and heroes who found survival in cause and effect
Behind counters, behind windows, striving just to be people
With bitter ideals of justice
I lost the confidence to write a song
So i found three simple chords
And I held them together with my weak voice
On an out-of-tune guitar my father gave to me
And may Elvis turn in his grave
And Les Paul curse my dirty calloused fingers
And may the likes of this song never make one fucking dollar
Leave it for a demo tape to be played until it's broken
Then remembered only for what it was
[Chorus]
That we gave 'em hell
That we gave 'em hell
That we gave 'em hell
That we gave 'em hell
That we gave 'em hell
That we gave 'em hell
[Verse 2]
To my friends and enemies who could have been anything
Titans and heroes who found survival in cause and effect
Behind counters, behind windows, striving just to be people
With bitter ideals of justice
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