Slaughter Beach, Dog – Bad Beer (Guitar)

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N.C.                         E/A
I never thought that I could be

                     E/F#
One of the people on TV

                             B7        Cm6
I never thought that I could live like them

    C#m     D
And have my friends

    E/A
And sleep with them too

       B7*
So I abstained until I met you

N.C.                 E/A
I never mentioned anything

                       E/F#
About the songs that I would sing

                          B7    Cm6
Over the summer when we'd go on tour

    C#m      D
And sleep on floors

    E/A
And drink the bad beer

          B7
I think I left it unclear

E                   E/C
Everything new is a little bit bad

    C#m        B             A
And everything old turns you off

  E/F#                 B7
I can't take all these locals, Annie

      A              B7
When all they do is scoff at us

E                         E/C
Anyway here is where I've gotta get gone

     C#m           B            A
Make sure that you lock all the doors

       E/F#            B7
I love looking at your pictures

      A                      B7
But I still wish I'd brought more

N.C.                         E/A
And then you saw this little kid

                           E/F#
Let out a whisper while he hid

                        B7           Cm6
Big box of candy on the Broad Street train

    C#m    D
His dad complained

       E/A
Oh, of all of these teens

             B7*
Stuck up and glued to their screens

                         E/A
You never told me how it felt

                        E/F#
When you were crying by yourself

                         E5/C#     E5/B     E5/Bb   E5/A*
All of the people on the crosstown bus loop staring at you

E/A                             E/F#            B7
Patting your knees, saying "I'm sorry, sweetie"

E                   E/C
Everything new is a little bit bad

    C#m        B             A
And everything old turns you off

            E/F#                B7
If we could sell these freakin' t-shirts baby

   E/A                    B7
I might come home with a bit more money

E                         E/C
Anyway here is where I've gotta get gone

     C#m           B            A
Make sure that you lock all the doors

       E/F#            B7
I love looking at your pictures

      A                      B7
But I still wish I'd brought more