• Song:

    Born Losers

  • Artist:

    Matthew Good

  • Album:

    Hospital Music

Born Losers
tuned 1/2 step down.


G-A-C-F

G                            Am  C                  F
Well there ain't nothing to this but your daughter
G                            Am  C                  F
and the life you would not give her break your plans
G                   Am  C               F
traipsed across the continent a squatter
       G                     Am  C              F
for your lies at night to sleep between my hands

G                           Am  C                  F
When the lights come on this whole place gets ugly
G                     Am  C                  F
but when they're out strangers fall in love
G                           Am  C                  F
she could never say that flat out she don't want me
G                            Am  C                  F
cause I could never say that half way ain't enough

G                   Am  C                  F
New Order's on the turn table we're dancing
G                      Am  C                  F
cause what else do you do when you don't talk?
G            Am  C                  F
crucified to crawl into your mansion
    G                     Am  C                  F
Ya, that's why I learned to crawl before I walked


Am            C   G  F
We're back where we belong
Am               C   G  F
straight back where we belong
  C   G    Am        C   G      F   
no days for nights, no cocaine cons
Am            C  G  F
just back where we belong



G             Am  C              F
Take me out back to your piranhas
G                 Am    C           F
And beat me until I can't even stand
G                     Am  C                   F
your whole life a plane without no landing gear
G                       Am  C             F
so if this is it then come on let me land

G                 Am  C               F
That trailer trash pedigree is calling
G                    Am  C                   F
it rats you out when you're down on all fours
G              Am  C                  F
me I like to cast my death on yesterday
G                            Am  C                      F
cause what doesn't kill us now just makes us better whores

Am            C   G  F
We're back where we belong
Am                C   G  F
straight back where we belong
 C   G    Am        C   G      F 
no days for nights, no cocaine cons
Am            C   G  F
just back where we belong

"Notes the bridge bit follows"
: F - E - E - D - D - E - D - C :

G                      F   Am
Go put it in the ground
G                   F                   Am
go bury it some place it can't be found
G                      F      Am
go put it in the ground

G - Am - C - G


G                            Am  C                  F
Well there ain't nothing to this but your daughter
G                            Am  C                  F
and the life you would not give her break your plans
G                   Am  C               F
traipsed across the continent a squatter
       G                     Am  C              F
for your lies at night to sleep between my hands

Am - G - F
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