This is the final page that leads you directly to the Guitar Pro tab, drum tab, bass guitar tab, piano chord, etc you've chosen. This page provides information concerning The Bag lyrics such as its format, type of tab or chord, upload date, number of views, number of downloads and rating of this tab provided by users.

If the tab you have selected is a downloadable one (mostly these are Nofx Guitar Pro tabs), you need to insert so called "captcha" code and click "download" button. In case the code is correct you will be redirected to download page where your The Bag gp4 file will be prepared. If you have entered wrong "captcha" code, you will be asked to insert it once again to get your The Bag lyrics.

If you browse all Nofx tabs or open the list of tabs and chords for The Bag, you can see there are not only Guitar Pro tabs. Guitar tabs and chords, piano & power tabs, drum tabs, bass tabs - they all can be not only in Guitar Pro file format, but also in txt. In this case no special program is needed to read the tab. All you need to do it to open such The Bag tab and you will see it displayed. If you wish, you can download our free tabs in txt.

tries to expand tabs database, adding new and hot songs as well as old and beloved melodies, so our archive could suit any person. Also we try to add chords and files for different music instruments, for example, you can find Nofx acoustic guitar tabs, piano chords or power tabs. Many songs like The Bag have not only The Bag lyrics type, but provide wide selection of chords and tabs for all instruments. We also try to add more Nofx Guitar Pro tabs as they can bear data for whole band including sheet music.

Our newest addition - Nofx lyrics - is viewed the same. Select "lyrics" in the list of the tabs and chords and the text will be displayed on the next page.

Endless evenings of non-exist
Are getting shorter, monotonous
Like an intruder, I belong outside
Although I find myself right back
The same place I was before
Saying things I'd say once more
There's no reason for me to be here, no
I feel so lonesome, surrounded by friends
Who are talking about me, saying things I could care less about
This dialogue is without
Worth, content, significance
Conversational ambivalence
Hear the same things every night, it just ain't right
I'm not the one to hold the bag
Give me something I can sink my teeth into
Show me a time, tell me a story
That I haven't heard a million times before
I pass out from boredom
As I watch the people pass
I see moments in their lives, nothing fascinating
Are we all living for the past, never realizing
We're clinging to an empty bag
Lacking content, significance
Conversational ambivalence
Say the same thing every night, it just ain't right
We'll see who's left holding the bag