1. |
Get Up Get Out Get Gone
04:21
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Get up get out get gone
Let’s talk about what my problems are
exactly what the truth is
You come to my house and you wanna a drink
I could just as easily go to sleep
It’s not the drink, the drugs, or the careless love
It's multiple choice it’s all of the above
It could have just have easily been A or C
But the way things are goin’ it can only B D
Get up
Get out
Get gone
Lil baby can’t you see
She could walk out with my shaving cream
Clean me out of my pills
I can’t imagine what else of my valuables
She would have the guts just to steal
I checked my guitars and my piggy bank
She left them but that girl sure could drink
She drank my booze and she smoked my dank
She took my pills, thanks but no thanks
Oh me o my o
You know just exactly what to do
A
Little baby can’t you see
D
That I’m a reaction
A E
To all this predictable made up news
A D A
I’ve been skeptical from square one of your accent
A E A
But who am I to question you
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Lovable Loser
04:45
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Lovable Loser
Lovable loser
You’re late for the game
You ain’t got much goin’ on
No one can remember your name
They just call you loser
Just happy you called
Pick up the phone too quick
You gotta honor that thought
Everybody got to hit
The bottom of the barrel sometime
Everybody got to hit
The bottom of the barrel somehow
Lovable loser
You get deeper in debt
Maxed out credit cards
You owe me
Why don’t you call me loser
So I can write you a song
And you can reject it
I’m used to that anyway
Everybody got to hit
The bottom of the barrel sometime
Everybody got to hit
The bottom of the barrel somehow
2 time loser
1 time quitter
No time winner
All time loser
You bet on 1 horse to win
Nobody showed
You didn’t even place
Nowhere to go
Everybody got to hit
The bottom of the barrel sometime
Everybody got to hit
The bottom of the barrel somehow
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3. |
Sour Grapes
05:05
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Sour Grapes
Life give me sour grapes
I’ll make wine
When it starts to flood I drink
Like a diver deep in the ocean
I’m knee deep in pure devotion
20,000 leagues below what people think
Life give me empty bottles
I’ll make moonshine
You can’t stop movin’ I’ll make you a still
No matter what your trip implies
You don’t have to worry your pretty little mind
I’ll give you 20 bucks for every man that you kill
Not even Jesus, no he ain’t gonna save ya
And I’m not gonna take on all of your guilt
You better talk to your mama
Before somebody else will
And if we drink up all the wine
And the storm gets too severe
You don’t have to worry your pretty little mind
You don’t have to go searchin’ online
Cuz I got what you need right here
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Geographically undesirable revised capo 2nd fret
Dm G
geographically undesirable
C Am
emotionally unavailable
Dm G
financially unstable
C G
what have I got to offer you
Dm G
inherently unemployable
C Ami
company unenjoyable
Dm
doesn't read the bible
G
not sexually viable
C Ami
what are we gonna do
F C
make up another excuse
I got a hunch but I ain't got a clue
You're judging me I ain't judgin' you
That's patently untrue
chorus
Dm
Wicked little rascal
G
you might even call me an asshole
C
But that would be awful
A
completely irresponsible
F
You might even say harmful
G
malicious & wrongful
C Am
F C
like no child left behind
F C
Why you give me you number
you runnin some kinda hotline
Ask a question you answer in kind
Learnin' to fall it's like riding a bike
F C
You could sublet my cubicle if you like
I'm not trying to start a brawl
The world gets a little lonely sometimes that's all
We're just lonely that's all
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Blonde Hair Big Tits
Blonde hair big tits red Mercedes
I hate her guts
She drives me nuts
Her daddy’s crazy
Dumb as a doorknob
Her musical tastes lean toward the lame
She’s proud of the fact that she listens to KZLA
Her hair is a mess
She incessantly complains about her ex-es
Her bumper sticker proudly displays “Don’t Mess With Texas”
Blonde hair big tits red Mercedes
Silver spoon
Drunk by noon
She punched me silly
Homecoming queen captain of the cheer leading squad
She’s gonna end up an alcoholic just like her mom
On her sweet 16 her daddy said the sky’s the limit
But she was well beyond their means before they knew
She really got
Brown hair small titties blue Prius
She means well but her credit cards are all at their maxes
Solos
Bridge
A E
You got a lotta nerve to say that you are my friend
F# B
You try to bring me down to a place I’d rather forget
You really got
Blonde hair big tits red Mercedes
I work so hard
With no regard
It makes her angry
Blonde hair big tits red Mercedes
I hate her guts
She drives me nuts
Her daddy’s crazy
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Paul Chesne Los Angeles, California
Why we play music:
For the love of it. Because we’re hungry. To make people happy and dance. To
make all the pretty girls cry. Because we’re high. Because we’re low. Because we’re drunk or ascetic. Because we can’t in good conscience do anything else.
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