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King For A Day Acoustic ukulele

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 F                                     C 
Dare me to jump off of this Jersey bridge 
                                            G 
I bet you never had a Friday night like this 
                            D 
Keep it up keep it up lets take a look up in the sky 



          F
and I see Red for the cancer, red for the wealthy, 
C                                          G
Red for the drink that's mixed with suicide. 
            D
Everything red. 


 Am                                F
Please, won't you push me for the last time, 
                          C
Lets scream until there's nothing left 
           G                              Am
So sick of playing, I don't want this anymore. 
                                 F
The thought of you is no fucking fun. 
                   C                   G (One strum)
You want a martyr, I'll be one because enough's enough, 
         Am
We're done. 

 
Am
You told me, "think about it" 
         F                                 C
Well I did, now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore 
                                           Am (One strum)
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want, 
                                    Am
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor. 

Am

F                     C
The thing I think I love 
                      G
Will surely bring me pain 
                      D
Intoxication, paranoia, and a lot of fame 
F                           C
Three cheers for throwing up 
                    G
Pubescent drama queen 
                           D                       Am    F   C   G  
You make me sick I make it worse by drinking late. 


 Am                                F
Please, won't you push me for the last time, 
                          C
Lets scream until there's nothing left 
           G                          Am
So sick of playing, I don't want this anymore. 
                                 F
The thought of you is no fucking fun. 
                   C                   G (One strum)
You want a martyr, I'll be one because enough's enough, 
         Am
We're done. 


Am                                    F 
You told me, "think about it", well I did 
                                  G
Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore 
                                           Am
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want 
                                    Am
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor. 



                               C
Imagine living like a king someday. 
                                      G
A single night without a ghost in the walls. 
                                       Am
And if the bass shakes the earth underground. 
                             Am
We'll start a new revolution NOW 


Am         F
Hail Mary, forgive me 
C              G
Blood for blood, hearts beating 
Am         C            G
Come at me, now this is war! 



Am                                    F 
You told me, "think about it", well I did 
                                  G
Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore 
                                           Am
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want 
                                    Am
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor. 



                               C
Imagine living like a king someday. 
                                      G
A single night without a ghost in the walls. 
                             Am
We are the shadows screaming take us now  
Am (One Strum)
We'd rather die than live to rust on the ground. 

            
            
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