Faith No More – Rv (Guitar)

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Backside melts into the sofa

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My world my TV and my food

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Besides listening to my belly gurgle

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There ain't much else to do

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Yeah, I sweat a lot

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     Oh... Shit...

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Pants fall down every time I bend over

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My feet itch

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Yeah I married a scarecrow

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I hate you

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Talkin' to myself

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Everybody's staring at me

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I'm only bleedin'

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Someone taps me on the shoulder every 5 minutes

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No one speaks English anymore

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Would anybody tell me if I was getting stupider?

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I hate you

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Talkin' to myself

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You don't feel it after awhile

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You take the beating

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I'm a swingin' guy

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Throw a belt over the shower curtain rod

      D
And swing

C
Toss me inside a hefty

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And put me in the ground

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A drink needs me

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I don't

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I ain't about to guzzle no tears

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So kiss my ass

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Newscasters, cockroaches, and desserts

A Bm       D      A
I hate you

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Talkin' to myself

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Everybody's staring at me

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I'm only bleeding

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Where are the kids? I don't know

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Maybe getting pregnant or on drugs or on welfare, on top of the world

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on the honor roll on parole On the dodgers on the backs of milk cartons

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On stakes in the middle of cornfields

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On covers of future history books on old lady's mantles

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Walkin' on water nailed on crosses

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I think it's time I had a talk with my kids

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I'll just tell 'em what my daddy told me

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You ain't never gonna amount to nothin'