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Fuck Cops ukulele

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then

F G Am F

Verse

    F            G      Am   F
And everything's got me down
    F             G          Am    F
But sometimes the thumb just isn't enough
   F            G           Am   F
To get the fuck out of this town
Am                 F               F          G
Well he travels so he won't find a way to destroy himself
Am            F              F               G
And I guess I travel looking for the perfect method to do so
Am                F                        F            G
But there comes a day where there's nothing left for you here
Am       F        F
Wherever here may be,
               G        Am   F       F    G    F
And that's the day when it's time to go


F                  G               Am                  F
So he walks to the on-ramp, and it seemed like we were in it together
         F               G                     Am        F
And just maybe if things went right, it could stay that way forever
    Am                    F                 F                 G
But when it comes down to it, I'm still the only one sleeping alone!
Am                        F              F                    G
Guess I should have known better than to think I wasn't on my own
    Am                   F            F       G
But I'll never make that same mistake again!

F G

    F                G             F                   G
And I don't know the answer, but I know that you don't have it
F                 G             F                     G
I don't know what I want, but I know what I don't you bastard
F                   G         F                    G
I don't know what's right, I just know that you're wrong
F                  G              F     G       F        G F G
I don't know where home is, but I know I'm not there now


Intro x2

Am     F             F                G
Now is no time to be sober! Pass more King Cobra
Am                F     F                 G
Until I'm falling over! Until I'm falling over
F             G    Am    F
It's Saturday afternoon
    F      G       Am     F
And malt liquor is in the mug
    F          G        Am     F          F
And if you had asked me then I would have slurred
     G           Am         F
Well maybe I'm a little bit drunk
Am       F            F               G
But it's alright. The cops don't come out til night
Am           F                  F        G
And I'll get through this, I'll vomit up the dope sickness
    Am                     F          F
The alcohol poisoning will pass eventually
    Am           F                F
And I'll survive again unfortunately


                    Am       F                  F
When I dream of the future I see, an arm full of holes
      G
empty pockets and a bleeding nose

Am F F G

Am           F                          F
Hacking up a lung filled with blood and tar on a sidewalk
     G                   Am     F
next to my spangeing jar
           F         G
Next to my spangeing jar


F                   G        Am                  F
When I dream of the future I see, a house fallen in on itself
F                   G        Am                        F
When I dream of the future I see, shots of whiskey and failing health
F                   G        Am                          F
When I dream of the future I see, smoking crack watching ten year olds buy it
F                   G        Am                           F
When I dream of the future I see, a place with someone to wanna die with


    F                G             F                   G
And I don't know the answer, but I know that you don't have it
F                 G             F                     G
I don't know what I want, but I know what I don't you bastard
F                   G         F                    G
I don't know what's right, I just know that you're wrong
F                  G              F     G       F        G F G
I don't know where home is, but I know I'm not there now

            
            
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