Bomb the Music Industry! – Depression Is No Fun (Guitar)
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G Got a lot of shit on my head. C You know we got to pull it together 'cause it's G not gonna stop until we're dead. C You know we got to pull it together 'cause it's Am not gonna stop it's not gonna stop it's never ever C ever gonna stop until we're G dead.
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G Got a lot of shit on my head. Cm You know we got to pull it together 'cause it's G not gonna stop until we're dead. Cm You know we got to pull it together 'cause it's A not gonna stop it's not gonna stop it's never ever C ever gonna stop Em C G Ian Graham says it's a temp- B -orary solution Em A D C to a permanent problem. Oh oh oh.
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Even when locations
G
change,—
the imbalance stays the
B
same—
And you just run out of
Em cities, states and countries you can B blame.
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So you just keep
C G running away C G running away C G running away C G running away C D running away D running away! G Got a lot of shit on my head. Cm You know we got to pull it together 'cause it's G not gonna stop until we're dead. Cm You know we got to pull it together 'cause it's A not gonna stop it's not gonna stop it's never ever C ever gonna stop Em C G It took her to the hospital and B then her parents' house. Em A D C I’m walking home at 3 AM. Alone.
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When the bartender's
G
asleep,—
ya gotta think things through your-
B
-self—
And when it
Em gets this late it's hard to find someone to call for B help. C G C D I got my hands in my pockets and a hood tight over my head.
I couldn't deal with
G anti-depressants But now I'm B Anti- depressants C G C D I'm all out of smokes and I'm wishing that I was dead again.
I couldn't deal with
G anti-depressants But now I'm B Anti- depressants C G C D G B I'm drunk and alone and I'm thinking
I couldn't deal with
G anti-depressants But now I'm B anti- depressants, I guess A D Cause it just makes a different mess. G F# E D C B A G Runnin’ away! Runnin’ away! Runnin’ away! A D Cause it just makes a different mess. G F# E D C B A G Runnin’ away! Runnin’ away! Runnin’ away! A D Cause it just makes a different mess. G F# E D C B A G Runnin’ away! Runnin’ away! Runnin’ away! A D Cause it just makes a different mess. G Got a lot of shit on my head.