Bomb the Music Industry! – Wednesday Night Drinkball (Ukulele)

        E       B
There's nothing less cool

     G#m     A              Am           G#m
than feeling exhausted from hours of not doing

  F#m               (D) (F#m)   
a damn thing at all.

    E            B
Not thrilling to chill,

      G#m           A           Am        G#m
steal bandwidth and cable, give shouts to employers

    F#m   (G#m) (F#m)  E          
and wait  for   the   call. 

              A
There's a light

                   E
shining out of the windowsill

    Bm                         A
not content to project all day long.

C#m                                    A
Maybe I could walk a little to the library.

C#m
Maybe I could do this right for once.

       A          C
Get my ducks in a row and just

E                     G#m
stop talking trash or whatever they say.

         A              E                A          B
Make the bed, sweep the floor, shake the carpet and spray.

       E                      G#m
Put my shit in a pile, on the top slap a post-it,

       A          E               A          B   
"Don't worry, someday your skill set will be wanted."

C#m                             A
But today everybody is a little tired, it's Wednesday.

C#m                                   A         Am
So at 10:00 I'm walking down a chilly Boerum to Broadway.

         E       B
And it's you and me

      G#m        A          Am          G#m
and a tallboy of Colt forty-five or Bud Light.

       F#m              (D) (F#m)
What's the cheapest one?

    E                B
Get through one more night.

        G#m           A
I drink fast, I don't savor.

     Am           G#m
Each way takes an hour

       F#m      (G#m) (F#m)  E
and at twelve,  I'll   be    gone.