Bomb the Music Industry! – Campaign For A Better Next Weekend (Guitar)
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[Intro]
Gadd9 Dadd9 (x2)
[Verse 1]
Gadd9 Dadd9 Woke up about 10 am, it's 65 degrees Gadd9 Dadd9 Even though it's barely March, since all winter it's been freezing Gadd9 Dadd9 This is cause for celebration, cause for picnics and coffee Gadd9 Dadd9 So I opened up my savings and grabbed a couple twenties Gadd9 And it felt just like a day away from home
Gadd9 Dadd9 (x2)
[Verse 2]
Gadd9 Dadd9 Walked over to Nelson's where my bike was getting fixed Gadd9 Dadd9 Total damage: 34 bucks, I said "Keep the extra six" Gadd9 Dadd9/B Dadd9/Bb I'm doing well today, I came home last week with enough to live Gadd9 I rode south to grab a package
[Verse 3]
Gadd9 Dadd9 'Cause our postman never rings the bell, he only leaves a slip Gadd9 Dadd9 And sometimes he doesn't even leave a slip, he's such a dick Gadd9 Dadd9 Wait in line for thirty minutes and I finally get my box Gadd9 Dadd9 Hold the door, they don't say thanks, I fumble with the lock Gadd9 Dadd9/B Dadd9/Bb And my bike hasn't rode this well since the day I picked it up Gadd9 A Ford Explorer jumps the light and I can't really stop
And it feels like an alarm clock
[Verse 4]
Gadd9 Dadd9 I tuck and roll like in the movies and slide across the concrete Gadd9 Dadd9 Everybody's all, "Oh shit!" and blood is dripping down to my feet Gadd9 Dadd9/B Dadd9/Bb But I get up and keep moving, it's a busy city street Gadd9 Keep on moving, busy street Gadd9 Dadd9 Ride the seven blocks to Boerum, carry my bike up two floors Gadd9 Dadd9 Situate the crowded hallway, limp and waddle through my door Gadd9 Dadd9 Throw the package onto my bed, start investigating sores Gadd9 Cuts are bigger than expected, guess I shouldn't have worn shorts
Gadd9 Dadd9 (x2)
[Verse 5]
Gadd9 Dadd9 And I thought about the winter, under layers, I wouldn't bleed Gadd9 Dadd9 Drinking root beer, watching football, oh, I never thought I'd be Gadd9 Dadd9 In that place everyone went to but it really just took me Gadd9 Dadd9 A couple extra years to get there, though at least I did feel free Gadd9 Dadd9 For the most part of your weekend, save the rubbing alcohol sting Gadd9 Dadd9 Oh, it felt just like vacation 'til I slaughtered my body Gadd9 Dadd9/B Dadd9/Bb And it's kind of fucked in Florida, skies are gray instead of blue Gadd9 I can't shrug off the awesome weather, but I can surely dress my wounds
[Loud Outro]
Gadd9 Dadd9 It felt just like a vacation but Gadd9 Still, we complained until Dadd9 We all felt jaded and Gadd9 Started to hate it Dadd9 Felt just like vacation but Gadd9 Still, we complained until Dadd9 We all felt jaded and Gadd9 Started to hate it Dadd9 Felt just like vacation but Gadd9 Still, we complained until Dadd9 We all felt jaded and
[Quieter Outro]
Gadd9 Started to hate it Dadd9 Felt just like vacation Gadd9 Until we complained Dadd9 It felt just like vacation Gadd9 Until we complained Dadd9 It felt just like vacation Gadd9 Until we complained Dadd9 It felt just like vacation