Days N' Daze – Murphys Law (Guitar)

F#               G#m
Why does the van

G#m                    E
Always break down on a Sunday

E                 B
30 miles from the show?

G#m                                                 E
And the one night you leave the gear inside the car

E                                B
You awake to a broken rear window

B                 G#m               E
Well c'est la vie we shout into the void

                B
This desperate plea

                      G#m                 E
To whatever doles out all this shitty luck

B                               G#m
Won't you please just leave us be

                      E           B
'Cause it can't be difficult to see

              E          F#                  B
That we're exhausted, and our lives already suck

G#m
Every time the phone rings, I'm just

E                                        B
Terrified there's bad news on the other end

G#m                                               E
They found something odd in the test results or we've

E                                      B    F#m
Come to find out we're down another friend

G#m
They say expect the worst and hope for the best

             E
Well I just hope that we can traverse this mess

          B                        F#     G#m
Without emerging jaded, joyless, sullen shells

          E
Of who we were before life took its toll

          F#                                B
We're the butt of the cruelest cosmic joke!

B                 G#m               E
Well c'est la vie we shout into the void

                   B
This is another desperate plea

                      G#m                 E
To whatever doles out all this shitty luck

B                               G#m
Won't you please just leave us be

                      E           B
'Cause it can't be difficult to see

              E          F#                  B
That we're exhausted, and our lives already suck

G#m
When every path leads to a dead end

E                                      B
And it feels your life's out of your hands

B                       F#
Can't catch a break, the stars won't align

G#m                                       E                     B
With all the chips stacked against you and no sanctuary to run to

B                                         F#
After all that can has gone wrong what the hell is there left to do?

G#m                        E
You can pick your self up, dust your self off

B
and sure some terrible shit's bound to happen

F#
That's life and you've just got to roll with the punches

G#m                              E
dig down deep that this ain't over yet

E
We've still got a fighting chance!

B
Giving up's fucking boring

F#                                                    B
So strap on your gnarboots yell fuck murphys law like

B
Hell no fuck this noise

G#m               E                          B
we'll no longer take life's shit with this poise

G#m                                        E
It's too exhausting just existing in this rut

E                 B              G#m
So we're flipping double sided coins

E                            B
Stacking decks and kicking groins

E                                   F#             B
'Cause from here on out we're making our own luck!