Tom: C#m C#m A Ab B E F# e|-4-| e|-5-| e|-4-| e|-7-| e|-4-| e|-2-| B|-5-| B|-5-| B|-4-| B|-7-| B|-5-| B|-2-| G|-6-| G|-6-| G|-5-| G|-8-| G|-4-| G|-3-| D|-6-| D|-7-| D|-6-| D|-9-| D|---| D|-4-| A|---| A|---| A|---| A|---| A|---| A|---| E|---| E|---| E|---| E|---| E|---| E|---| Intro1: C#m A Ab C#m (3x, trumpet riff, 3x) Intro2: (traditional ska rhythm) C#m E B Ab C#m A Ab Verse: C#m E What could this be, too much MTV? B Ab Chalk another fad up for its fall into infamy. C#m A What's in a standard if it changes all the time? Ab You're still having trouble in defining your own kind. C#m E Need I remind you, we all knew you before, B Ab You threw rocks at the stage from your glass house on the floor. C#m A Now you think you're punk, just because it's in. Ab You found a foul mouth and a couple safety pins. Chorus: E B F# A Ab Got a peaceful feeling. I don't want to fight no more. E B F# A Ab Got a peaceful feeling. I don't care if we're punk or SKA or hardcore. E B Enough for you, sad but true, F# A Ab you can call us names till your face turns blue. E B Our assurance comes from God, it's nothing new, F# A Ab we'll never care 'cause we're never cool enough for you. Intro2 Verse: That smug look on your face, your nose up in the air, your patches say you're open-minded but still you couldn't bear, some punk thrown in with ska. You said it wouldn't work. Well you can take your Vespa home 'cause ska made you a jerk. The purist turns a deaf ear. He's such an intellect, Does he think his censorship is gaining our respect? The raising of a fist, like the trigger of a gun. Stop and see we're all alike, and we can dance as one. Chorus Bridge: (From here on out use power chords.) A|--4-4---4--------| (1x) E|----------5-4---5| A|--4-4--4---------| (15x) E|----------4---5--| Chorus2:(w/distortion) B F# A E B F# A E B F# A E Got a peaceful feeling. I don't want to fight no more. B F# A E Got a peaceful feeling. I don't care if we're punk or ska or hardcore. Outro:(lalala) B F# A E (4x)