The 1975 – Part Of The Band (Guitar)

G                   D                            A
She was part of the Air Force, I was part of the band

                 Bm
I always used to bust into her hand

G           D       A     Bm
 In my, my, my imagination

G               D                         A
I was living my best life, living with my parents

               Bm
Way before the paying penance and verbal propellants

G            D        A
 And my, my, my cancellation, hm, yeah

     G                    D
And I fell in love with a boy, it was kinda lame

A                  Bm
 I was Rimbaud and he was Paul Verlaine

G           D       A
 In my, my, my imagination

G                       D               A
 So many cringes in the heroin binges

      A                      Bm
I was coming off the hinges, living on the fringes

  G        D       A
Of my, my, my imagination, oh, yeah

Em G  A
     Enough about me now

Em G            A
     "You gotta talk about the people, baby"

Em G A
     (But that's kind of the idea)

Bm                 A
At home, somewhere I don't like

G                   D
Eating stuff off of motorbikes

G                         A  F#
Cumming to her lookalikes

Bm              A
I can't get the language right

     G                D        G  D A D
Just tell me what's unladylike

            G          D               A
I know some Vaccinista tote bag chic baristas

                      Bm
Sitting east on their communista keisters

G         D               A
 Writing about their ejaculations

           G                  D
"I like my men like I like my coffee

            A                             Bm
Full of soy milk and so sweet, it won't offend anybody"

      G             D            A     D
Whilst staining the pages of the nation, oh, yeah

Em G   A
     A Xanax and a Newport

Em G              A                          Em G A
     "Well I take care of my kids", she said

    Bm              A
The worst inside of us begets

     G              D
That feeling on the internet

     G
It's like someone intended it

      A           F#
(Like advertising cigarettes)

  Bm             A
A diamond in the rough begets

G                  D      G       A
The diamond with a scruff you get

    G                     D
Am I ironically woke? The butt of my joke?

      A                      Bm
Or am I just some post-coke, average, skinny bloke

G            D        A
 Calling his ego imagination?

         G                   D                     A
I've not picked up that in a thousand four hundred days

                   Bm
And nine hours and sixteen minutes, babe

G                D        A      D
 It's kind of my daily iteration