TUNING: Standard
[VERSE 1]
Dm Dm
I've got to brainstorm ways to keep us alive
C A
And i've got millionaire friends sending checks all of the time
Am - Gm - Fm Dm Dm
And with a milk box portrait blown up poster size
C A
Well I might have found a way to keep some hope in their eyes
Am - Gm - Fm Dm Dm
Oh yeah well I could pan handle on the side of the street
C A
In hopes of finding money and food for us to eat
Am - Gm - Fm Dm Dm
Oh yeah well, I could sell your body and you could sell mine
C A....
If only we could find somebody to buy
[CHORUS]
E C#m
I was drunk in the moment you left me
A B
And I'm surely still falling down stairs
E C#m
She says baby don't bother I've fallen for another
A B
And I ain't getting up again
OOOHH
Dm Dm Dm Dm - Am - Gm - Fm
[VERSE 2]
Dm Dm
Well we could find God and join a seminary
C A
If I was Father Clark then I'd be Father Puppy
Am - Gm - Fm Dm Dm
Oh yeah well, after all, I hear God pays pretty well,
C A
We could pay off all the kids to show and never tell
Am - Gm - Fm Dm Dm
Oh yeah well, we could get a job making $5.25 or
C A
$5.15 depending on which side of the
Dm
state-line, on which we reside
C A
I?ve got to brainstorm ways to keep us alive
[CHORUS 2]
E C#m
Well I was drunk in the moment she found me
A B
And I'm surely still falling down stairs
E C#m
But baby don't bother I've fallen for another
A Am
And I ain't getting up again
ALRIGHT!
Dm Dm Dm Dm - Am - Gm - Fm
[VERSE 3/ENDING]
Dm Dm
Remember those guys who lived under the bridge
C A
They were a band once but we all soon forgot
Dm Dm
How The Gay Blades fell on hard times and slit wrists
C A Am - Gm - Fm
They've got no fucking money, cause they would not write the
A Am - Gm - Fm
Could not write the
A Am - Gm - Fm
Would not write the
A- Am- Gm- Fm
Could not write the
A- Am- Gm- Fm
Would not write the
A- Am- Gm- Fm Am(open)
Could not write the.... hits
*I'm not sure 'bout the last chord...
** And at the end of the verses he plays something what looks like an A chord, but I
can't figure out what it really is...
