• Song:

    Born Losers

  • Artist:

    Matthew Good

  • Album:

    Hospital Music

Tabbed by: ajyeung

Tuning: Standard


Intro/Verses/Outro
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G | ----0~--00----2-0-------2----2--0h2x2-------------------------------------- | 
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Verse 1:
Well there ain't nothin' to this but your daughter 
And the life you would not give her 
Break your plans 
Traipsed across the continent, a squatter 
For your lies at night to sleep between my hands 

When the lights come on this whole place gets ugly 
But when they're out, strangers fall in love 
She could never say that flat out she don't want me 
'Cause I could never say that halfway ain't enough 

New Order's on the turntable, we're dancing 
'Cause what else do you do when you don't talk 
Crucified then crawled into your mansion 
Yeah, that's why I learned to crawl before I walk 

Chorus
Am                     C G  F7M
We're back where we belong 
Am                     C G  F7M
Straight back where we belong 
      C     G      Am
No days for nights
      C     G     F7M 
No cocaine calls 
Am                     C G  F7M
Just back where we belong 


Verse 2:
Take me out back to your promise 
And beat me until I can't even stand 
Your whole life, a plane without no landing gear 
So if this is it, then come on let me land 

That trailer trash pedigree is callin' 
It rides you out when you're down on all fours 
Me I like to cast my death on yesterday 
'Cause what doesn't kill us now 
Just makes us better whores 

Chorus
We're back where we belong 
Straight back where we belong 
No days for nights 
No cocaine calls 
Just back where we belong 

Outro
Well there ain't nothin' to this but your daughter 
And the life you would not give her, break your plans 
Traipsed across the continent, a squatter 
For your lies at night to sleep between my hands
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