The Lawrence Arms The Profiteers Metropole 2014 Submitted by: jeremyunderground41@yahoo.com Key: C Tuning: Standard EADGBe Chords used: C - x32010 G - 320033 Am - x02210 F - 133211 G/B - x2x003 G7 - 320001 Verse 1: C Marching on my face Am Dancing on the grave F that I ain't even in G(hold) And pissing on my shoes And fucking my marmalades again And I'm choking on C the fumes of a promising Am youth That crumbled into F sloppy dusty doom once I G spread my wings and flew Chorus 1: F But if it smells like shit G And it looks like shit C Then my friend you can G/B Am bet that we’d get rich G F off it And you can dream G it You can wrap it up and C give it to the girl G/B you've been loving Am Or just thinking about G F fucking it up And baby G G(hold) whoa whoa it's a crazy C C fucking world Verse 2: C So the healthy white baby to the trench coat Am moms Said the healthy white baby what else do you got? Said the F negro boy with his heart outside And G that filthy cock sucker that passed out getting high C I drive all night and you'll never pull me over Am Even though I'm always high You won’t like me when I'm sober F Cause I just check my phone and sigh Over and over and G over and over and over and over G over and over and over and over G over and over and over and over G over and over and over and over G over and over and over Bridge: C And I wanna pound bricks G F on a night like this C When I’m a hundred G miles or so from where F I should have been C I got nothing but time G F to kill so baby jump in C Let's go see the people G baby that we could have F C been These are the people G baby that we could F have been These are the Am(hold) G(hold) people that we maybe F(hold) G7(hold) should have been Chorus 2: F If it smells like shit G And it looks like shit C Then there’s a guy that’s G/B Am gonna try to put his dick G F in it You can scream it G You can wrap it up and C sell it to the girl G/B you've been loving Am Or just dreaming G about you’re fucking F G And baby whoa F G And baby whoa F G And baby whoa It's a crazy Am C F G fucking world Chorus 3: Slower beat F If you can sceam it G7 You can wrap it up and sell it to the C girl you’ve been G/B loving Or just Am lying about G F you’re fucking baby G oh it’s a crazy C(hold) fucking world