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Why Don't You Get A Job? Tom: F
VERSE 1: (No guitar this verse!!)
My friend's got a girlfriend Man he hates that bitch He tells me every day He says "Man I really gotta lose my chick In the worst kind of way"
VERSE 2: F She sits on her ass Bb He works his hands to the bone F C To give her money every payday F Bb But she wants more dinero just to stay at home F C F Well my friend, you gotta say
CHORUS: F Bb I won't pay, I won't pay ya, No Way-ay-ay-ay F C F Na na, why don't you get a job? F Bb Say no way, say no way-ah, no way-ay-ay-ay F C F Na na, why don't you get a job?
VERSE 3: F Bb I guess all his money, well it isn't enough F C To keep her bill collectors at bay F Bb I guess all his money, well it isn't enough F C F Cause that girl's got expensive taste
CHORUS
BREAK:
Bb
Well I guess it ain't easy
F
Doing nothing at alllllllll ohhhh yeahhhh
Bb
But hey man free rides just don't
G C
Come along every day
(Let me tell you about my other friend now)
Americana Tom: E Chords: E* D F* G* A* E G A C B G# D# C# G#* e----------------------------------------------------| B----------------------------------------------------| G--9---7--10--12--14-----------5--4------8---6---13--| d--9---7--10--12--14--2--5--7--5--4--6---8---6---13--| A--7---5--8---10--12--2--5--7--3--2--6---6---4---11--| D---------------------2--5--7--------6---------------| INTRO: (starts at 0:13 into the song) (low D string)---5---7---5-2----0--2--2-----| (x8)
VERSE 1:
(No chord)
Well I'd Like to tell you all about
E* D E* G* A* G* E* D E* G* A* G*
My dream, it's a place
E (palm-muted)
Where strip malls about and diversion's mere
E* D E* G* A* G* E* D E* G* A* G*
Moment's away
E
Where culture's defined by the
G
One least refined
A
And you'll be left behind
C D
If you don't fit in
E
It's all distorted
B E* D E* G* A* G* E*
In Americana my way
(No Chord)
Well F*** You!
CHORUS 1: G D E* B C G D Whoooooaaaa, Whaaaaaooooo, Whooooooaaaaa E* D E* Well my dream has come true G D E* B C G D Whoooooaaaa, Whaaaaaooooo, Whooooooaaaaa E* D E* My vision has come true
VERSE 2:
(No chord)
Now give me my cable, fast food, four-bys
E* D E* G* A* G* E* D E* G* A* G*
Tat's right away
E (palm-muted)
I want it right now cause my generation
E* D E* G* A* G* E* D E* G* A* G*
Don't like to wait
E
My future's determined
G
By thieves, thugs, and vermin
A
It's quite an excursion
C D
But it's OK
E
Everything's backwards
B E* D E* G* A* G* E*
In Americana my way
(No Chord)
Well F*** You!
CHORUS 1
BREAK:
G* D E*
Yeah it's all coming true
E*
I'm a product
D E*
Of my environment
D E*
Don't blame me, I just work here,
(No chord)
But I wanna F*** YOU!
E* D E* G* A* G* (x4)
E
My rights are denied by
G
Those least qualified
A
Trading profit for pride
C D
But it's OK
E
Everything's backwards
B E* D E* G* A* G* E*
In Americana my way
(No Chord)
Well F*** You!
ENDING: G# D# F* C C* G# D# Whoooooaaaa, Whaaaaaooooo, Whooooooaaaaa F* D# F* My nightmare has come true G# D# F* C C* G# D# Whoooooaaaa, Whaaaaaooooo, Whooooooaaaaa F* D# F* My nightmare has come true G#* D# F* Yeah, it's all coming true G#* D# F* F* F* F* F* F* Yeah, it's all coming true!
What Happened To You? Tom: Bb
|Bb |Bb |C |C |F |Bb |F |C What in the world happened to you? |F |Bb |F E |Eb
[Verse 1:]
|Dm |F |C |C
Before you started toking you used to have a brain
|Dm |F |C |C
But now you don't get even the simplest of things
|Dm |F |C |C
I draw a little picture or even use my hands
|Dm |F |C |C
I try to explain, but you just don't understand
[Chorus:] |Dm |F |C |C (Hey, hey) Man you're really losing it |Dm |F |C |C (Hey, hey) And you've really done alot of junk now |Dm |F |C |C (Hey, hey) But you keep on abusing it |Bb |Bb |C |C |F |Bb |F |C What in the world happened to you? |F |Bb |F E |Eb
[Verse 2:] |Dm |F |C |C It's bad enough you do it, to do it to yourself |Dm |F |C |C But taking someone with you well you know that's something else |Dm |F |C |C I say `I'm not that kind of person, I'm not that kind of man |Dm |F |C |C I try to explain, but you just don't understand
[Chorus:] (Hey, hey) Man you're really losing it ... [Verse 3, instrumental (solo)] [Chorus:] (Hey, hey) Man you're really losing it ...
[Verse 4 & 5:]
|Dm |F |C |C I might be sympathetic, or cut a little slack |Dm |F |C |C I thought that you were willing to give a little back |Dm |F |C |C But you do it in the morning, you do it in the night |Dm |F |C |C You lie to refrain from just faceing your life
|Dm |F |C |C So I'll see you there tomorrow, you'll be gaking up again |Dm |F |C |C I'll see you see you in a coffin by the time your wad is spent |Dm |F |C |C I think of all the times that I tried to lend a hand |Dm |F |C |C I try to explain but you just don't understand
Self-Esteem Tom: A
a música apresenta essa seqûencia de acordes: A_F_C_G
La la, la-la-la, laa la la, la-la-la laa
(Verse 1:) I wrote her off for the tenth time today Practiced all of the things I would say (When) she came over, I lost my nerve: I took her back and made her desert
I-I know, I'm being used That's OK, man, 'cause I like the abuse I-I know, she's playing with me That's OK 'cause I got no self esteem
(Pre-chorus -- if you can call it that!) Oh-h wa-ay, yeah, oh-ho-ho...(etc)...yeah!
(Verse 2:) We make plans (to) go out at night I wait 'till two, then I turn out the light This rejection's got me so low She keeps it up I just might tell her so
(Pre-chorus)
(Chorus:) When she says, oh, that she wants only me Then I wonder why she sleeps with my friends When she says, oh, that I'm like a disease Then I wonder how much more I can stand
Well I guess, I should speak up for myself But I really think it's better this way: The more you suffer, the more it shows you really care-- Right?? Yeah-ha-ha
(Verse 3:) While I relate this little bit, (It) Happens more than I like to admit Late at night, she knocks on my door She's drunk again and lookin' to score
I-I know, I should say no, but It's kinda hard when she's ready to go I may be dumb; I'm not a dweeb I'm just a sucker with no self esteem
(Pre-chorus)
(Chorus)
She's Got Issues Tom: E5 Intro: B5 - B5
Verse:
E5 B5 D5 A5
I'm seeing this girl and she just might be out of her mind
E5 B5 D5 A5
Well she's got baggage and it's all the emotional kind
E5 B5 D5 A5
She talks about closure and that validation bit
E5 B5 D5 A5
I don't mean to be insensitive, but I really hate that shit
Chorus:
E5 B5 D5 A5 Yeah - Yeah - Oh man she's got issues and I'm gonna pay E5 B5 D5 A5 Yeah - Yeah - She thinks she's the victim, yeah
Verse:
E5 B5 D5 A5 Now I know she'll feel abandoned if I don't stay over late E5 B5 D5 A5 And I know she's afraid to commit, but it's only our second date
Chorus:
E5 B5 D5 A5 Yeah - Yeah - Oh man she's got issues and I'm gonna pay E5 B5 D5 A5 Yeah - Yeah - She says she's the victim, but she takes it all out on me
Post-Chorus:
C5 G5 I don't know why you're messed up A5 E5 I don't know why your whole life is a chore C5 G5 Just do me a favor B5 And check your baggage at the door
2x Pre-Verse: E5 - B5 - D5 - A5
Verse:
E5 B5 D5 A5 Now she talks about her ex nonstop, but I don't mind E5 B5 D5 A5 But when she calls out his name in bed, that's where I draw the line E5 B5 D5 A5 You told me a hundred times how your father left and he's gone E5 B5 D5 A5 But I wish you wouldn't call me daddy when we're gettin' it on
Chorus:
E5 B5 D5 A5 Yeah - Yeah - Oh man she's got issues and I'm gonna pay E5 B5 D5 A5 Yeah - Yeah - She playing she's the victim and taking it all out on me E5 B5 D5 A5 Yeah - Yeah - Oh god she's got issues and I'm gonna pay E5 B5 D5 A5
Post-Chorus: C5 G5 If you think I'm controlling A5 E5 Then why do you follow me around C5 G5 If you're not co-dependent A5 E5 Then why do you let others drag you down C5 G5 I don't know why you're messed up A5 E5 I don't know why your whole life is a chore C5 G5 Just do me a favor B5 E5 And check your baggage at the door
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The Kids Aren't Alright Tom: Am Intro: Am / F / C / G [4x]
Am When we were young the future was so bright F The old neighborhood was so alive C And every kid on the whole damn street G Was gonna make it big and not be beat
Am Now the neighborhood's cracked and torn F The kids are grown up but their lives are worn C How can one little street G Swallow so many lives
Am
Chances thrown
F
Nothing's free
C G
Longing for what used to be
Am
Still it's hard
F
Hard to see
C C
Fragile lives, shattered dreams
Am / F / C / G [2x]
a Jamie had a chance, well she really did F Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids C Mark still lives at home cause he's got no job G He just plays guitar and smokes a lot of pot
Am Jay committed suicide F Brandon OD'd and died C What the hell is going on G The cruelest dream, reality
Chorus
Am/ F / C / G [2x]
Chorus
Am
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