Bomb the Music Industry! – Never Trust A Man Without A Horribly Embarrassing Secret (Guitar)
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Chords
[Intro]
Bb Dm/A F Eb (x3)
Bb Dm/A F Bb
[Verse]
Bb F Remember when we danced at shows? Eb Bb Before we all stood in the back Gm Dm Bb A Gm We sang Guilty Pleasures so damn loud our lungs were sore Cm Cb The competition can't compete with that
[Verse]
Bb F I guess I got back on the horse Eb Bb As I get on another plane Gm Dm Bb A Gm I'll try to ride it less, mom, and be more responsible Cm F But we both know dad and I are the same
[Chorus]
Eb Edim So I need damage control Bb Ab Another shot of whiskey goes down easy, my reputation does exceed me Eb Edim Fire in the hole, soon I'll be Bb Eb Falling backwards as expected
[Post-Chorus]
Bb Cm Eb I don't know if I wanna do this for you, yeah Bb Cm Eb I don't know if I gotta do this for you, oh Bb Cm Eb I don't know if I'm gonna do this for you, yeah Cm F Bb But I'll do this for me
[Verse]
Bb F This isn't how I pictured me Eb Bb Standing on the side, pocketing hands Gm Dm Bb A Gm Answering your questions boringly and humorless Cm Cb I'm not as important as you think I am Bb F I don't want to make new friends Eb Bb My friendships always end up in a blaze Gm Dm Bb A Gm I just wanted to be something that I'll probably never be Cm F A happy, well-adjusted human being
[Chorus]
Eb Edim So I need damage control Bb Ab Another shot of whiskey goes down easy, my reputation does exceed me Eb Edim Fire in the hole, and I'll be Bb Eb Falling backwards as expected
[Post-Chorus]
Bb Cm Eb I don't know if I wanna do this for you, yeah Bb Cm Eb I don't know if I gotta do this for you, oh Bb Cm Eb I don't know if I'm gonna do this for you, yeah Cm F Bb But I'll do this for me Bb Dm/A Gm F Eb Me, I won't impress, I'll Bb Dm/A Gm F Eb Bore you with kindness
[Chorus]
Eb Edim You don't need damage control Bb Ab Another shot of whiskey goes down easy, my reputation does exceed me Eb Edim Fire in the hole, soon I'll be Bb Eb Falling backwards, stealing your beers Dm Gm Crying loudly, singing Green Day Cm F Pumping my fist, getting stared at D Gm Am Bb C Eb Ebm Making phone calls saying that I miss the days back when I had real fun
[Post-Chorus]
Bb Cm Eb I don't know if I wanna do this for you Bb Cm Eb I don't know if I gotta do this for you Bb Cm Ebm And I'm sure as shit not gonna do this for you Cm F Bb But I'll do this for me
[Outro]
Bb Dm/A F Eb Bb So it can be my fault Bb Dm/A F Eb Bb It can be my fault Bb Dm/A F Eb Bb It can be my fault Bb Dm/A F Eb Yeah
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