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War On Drugs ukulele

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       F
It was long ago 
       G
seems like a dream 
          Am
the day I sucked the air 
       F
from a bottle of whipped cream 
       F
and I got real high 
            G              Am
and things got real slow 

and I started talking like this 
 F
whats going on? I don't know
            F           G
and then I sold my car 
For a greatful dead ticket
      Am 
and my dad yelled at me     
                   F
and he grounded me
                                                     F
and he said I was a dick It was the worst day of my life 
                   G
and ill never forget it 
         Am
but the very next day 
                              F
I was doing bong hits in the back of my friends chevete
               F         G      
so don't tell me we're winning the war on drugs 
        Am                                     F
cause drugs are like a big old can of Raid and you're all little bugs 
     F                         G
and don't tell me to not get high 
            Am                                            F
cause im as low as i can get without kissing your ass and blowing you at the same time 


CHORUS: 
F                        G
man don't tell me about love and peace 
     Am                      F                    F
when one of the Jones' has a hand gun pointing at me 
                  G
dont tell me to "Just say no" 
      Am                  F
am an addict, I say no to let me go 
F                    G
whatever happened to sex drugs and rock and roll? 
Am               F                   F
now we just have aids, crack and techno 

F F F F

F
so they busted me!

I said I say, fuck them up for selling dope
       Am
and i went to jail and I wasn't forgiven 
F
like that little fucker who shot the pope and said 
F
I have the right to remain silent 
G
but they couldn't explain 
     Am
how i didn't exist no I wasnt violent 
      F
cause all i ever wanted is the right to remain 
              F                                G
and then they questioned me, yeah they asked me 

why? 
                      Am
and I said I don't think I should be shot for selling pot
       F
this is my little way of saying... 
      F                                  G
high, and now my record is all fucked up 

and im not allowed to vote 
   Am
and two times a week they make me piss in a cup
    F
but what i wanna do is piss down their throats 

[chorus]
F                        G
man don't tell me about love and peace 
     Am                      F                    F
when one of the Jones' has a hand gun pointing at me 
                  G
dont tell me to just say no 
      Am                  F
im an addict, I say no to let me go 
F                    G
whatever happened to sex drugs and rock and roll? 
Am               F                   F
now we just have aids, crack and techno.

            
            
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