Billy Cobb – Eat My Shorts (Guitar)
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[Verse]
F
Did they promise you the flying cars?They promised me ‘em
Dm
They said that we could rule the worldThat carpe diem
C
Electronics and roboticsFly at the speed of supersonic
Am
Live in times of technologicProbiotic future dream of a world
[Pre-Chorus]
F A constant expanse Dm An answer to God G7 Renewable fuel C Idealistic bod
All the information you could ever need
Am F See the places of the world that you would just never see in this life
That they want to control
Dm That they don’t want to feed G7 And they’ll have you believe it
[Chorus]
G# When they say you’ll go to hell C#m When they said you’d go to hell Fm When they said you’d go to hell D# When they said you’d go to hell
[Verse]
F
Plenty land to go aroundA slice of life
Dm
A lawn and a picket fenceA dog and a wife
C
You can print out a houseYou can print out a car
Am
You can video yourselfAnd you can become a star
[Pre-Chorus]
F
Say what you likeSpeak your mind and be liked
Dm G7 See yourself on every face you watch on channel 45 C While the music’s always changing with the flow of the tide Am And the special effects look like they come from real-life F But they need that control Dm They choose what to feed G7 And they’ll have you believe it, baby
[Chorus]
G# When they say you’ll go to hell C#m When they said you’d go to hell Fm When they said you’d go to hell D# When they said you’d go to hell
[Interlude]
(C) x4
[Bridge]
C Just another day Am Waiting for something different Dm Write another song G Sing it for those who listen C There will come a day Am I don’t have to feel the pressure Dm Feelings all aside G Am I doing the wrong thing?
I said that
[Verse]
C By the time I’m twenty-five Am I’d lose the opportunity to start a life
And now the time is starting to catch up to me
Dm I’m twenty-six and every love I’ve had is a stranger G Friends are getting married with a house
And I haven’t changed
C
I’m a motherfucking gentlemanI’ll show you my heart
Am
Let you hold it with both handsBut you’ll just tear it apart
Dm
And I’m not asking for muchBut I’m afraid that the cards
G That I’ve been dealt have all but put me in a casket of scars C And oh Am Woah oh oh oh Dm Woah oh oh oh G Woah oh oh oh C I’ve been shot, I’ve been hanged
I’ve been dragged across the floor
Am
I’ve been tempted with the roseJust to be left with the thorns
Dm
And you expect me to pick up what’s leftAnd hold it up high
G
Like I’ll just give away my skinTo whom is willing to buy
C
All you hear is melodramaHere’s a small violin
Am You can play it for me when you see me start to get thin Dm I’ve lost my appetite, my sanity, and my self-esteem G Only support I get is from faces I’ve never seen