Most Miserable Life-Polar Bear Club Capo 2 This is the simple way that I play this song. You can add your own little riffs to it and whatnot if you please. This is just the bare bones of the song. If you know the song well enough I'm sure you can figure out the strumming Em7 e|-2--- B|-2--- G|-0--- D|-2--- A|-2--- E|----- D (xx0232@1) DWe (xx0232@1)fucked our ears Em7 We fucked our throats GScreaming (320003@1)for the sake of what we love most D (xx0232@1) Em7 GThese (320003@1)pretty scars aren't going anywhere D (xx0232@1) Em7 The redder, the better GLose (320003@1)your voice and make it hurt D (xx0232@1) Em7 GReluctance, (320003@1)and reserve, refuse these things G (320003@1) Em7 G(strum once) 'Cause it's time to sing! Woah! Woah... Woah... DWoah... (xx0232@1)Em7 Woah... GHere (320003@1)we go! D (xx0232@1) Em7 I pray and bleed with a frozen smile GEchoes (320003@1)of heartache are not with me D (xx0232@1) Em7 Emotions shed in different times GCrashed (320003@1)at this opportunity D (xx0232@1) Em7 I feel sorry for these walls G'Cause (320003@1)if they could talk they surely would D (xx0232@1) Em7 Hear 'em out, tear 'em down. GHear (320003@1)'em out, tear 'em down. (You can throw in some muting and dead notes if you'd like here) D (xx0232@1) Em7 GWhat (320003@1)stops us from doing that which we love? D (xx0232@1) Em7 GSocial (320003@1)convention can take off D (xx0232@1) Em7 GFired (320003@1)hearts, and a little faith... G (320003@1) Em7 GWe (320003@1)are, We are, We are the fired hearts! Same three chords until then end. Here are the lyrics I can feel hopeless and bitter As can anyone that I know Not yet, here it's a waste of time I've got something inside, can't let it go I scream until it hurts I know somewhere somone's screaming it worse And I smile knowing here is where it collides Here we dont have to hide What stops us from doing that which we love? Social convention can take off Fired hearts, and a little faith... We are the fired hearts! Woah... Woah... Woah... Woah... We fucked our ears We fucked our throats Screaming for the sake of what we love most These pretty scars aren't going anywhere The redder, the better! Lose your voice and make it hurt Reluctance, reserve, refuse these things We fucked our ears We fucked our throats Screaming for the sake of what we love most These pretty scars aren't going anywhere The redder, the better Lose your voice and make it hurt Reluctance, reserve - refuse these things 'Cause it's time to sing...
