Mischief Brew – Off The Books (Guitar)

    Dm          A               Dm
The only way to roll is off the books

Dm           Gm        A
Never really up to any good

     Gm                             Dm
I've been a shoeless cobbler for as long as I remember

        A                             Dm
And I'm always having trouble staying put

Dm             A            Dm
Sorry, I'm no longer taking checks

Dm              Gm             A
Pay me bills no larger than a ten

    Gm                                Dm
The less you own, the more you get to hitch a ride and leave

    Gm                                  F            C
The longer that you stay, you're just a fading mystery

        Bb                                      F                 C
And the more they buy, the more you'll sell the junk you'll never need

       Dm          A               Dm
So the only way to roll is off the books

    Dm             A            Dm
You see me on the corner in the rain

     Dm              Gm               A
Just waiting for the vans to hit the brakes

   Gm                            Dm
Apprentice is hung over, can you haul a stack of lumber?

         A                              Dm
Can you fill the holes before a coat of paint

         Dm          A       Dm
I say, I stand knee-deep in shit

  Dm            Gm             A
I wish my well upon your lazy kids

     Gm                            Dm
He's such an able worker, thing or two about the trade

   Gm                         F                   C
If only he would stay in one place for more than days

    Bb                              F                  C
And earn a wage instead of running 'round and getting paid

    Dm               A         Gm
But off the books is easier anyway

    Dm           A              Dm
The only way to roll is off the books

      Dm               Gm                   A
Can't find you if they don't know where to look

        Gm                           Dm
So I'll say it off the record that I leave without a trace

        Gm                          F            C
Come to think of it, you never even knew my last name

   Bb                         F               C
My history is written on the walls under the paint

           Dm           A               Gm
'Cause the only way to roll is off the books

           Gm                         Dm
There's an army hiding underneath the table

Gm               F      C
In solidarity I march along

    Bb                                F
You wanna stand around and watch the kettle

Bb                                F               C
Someone else will gladly take you to your crummy job

    Bb                                F
You wanna stand around and watch the kettle

Bb                                F               C
Someone else will gladly take you to your crummy job

       Dm           A               Dm
So the only way to roll is off the books