4 Record Album Chords

by You Am I
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This is a basic chorded version of You Am I's album #4 Record in standard tuning. There are Capo changes, different strumming patterns and various key changes. This is for everyone to easily play along to an excellent Aussie album that must be played loud.Was this info helpful?
Tuning: E A D G B E
Capo: no capo
Author JNPF1 [a] 1,532. Last edit on Feb 25, 2019

Chords

G
Gm
A
B
C
D
E
Em
A#
F
Am11
Em7
Bm11
D#
F#
Bb
Cm
Am
F#m
Dm
C#
G#
C7
A7
Fm
E7
D7
B7
Bm

Strumming

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YOU AM I'S #4 RECORD FULL ALBUM CHORDS
 
Tabbed by JNPF1
 
Track Listing
 
  1.  Junk
  2.  The Cream & The Crock
  3.  What I Don't Know 'Bout You
  4.  Fifteen
  5.  Top Of the Morn' And Slip Of the Day
  6.  Billy
  7.  Come Home Wit' Me
  8.  Heavy Heart
  9.  Rumble
  10. Guys, Girls, Guitars
  11. Plans
  12. ...And Vandalism
 
 
1. JUNK
 
[Intro]
G Gm G Gm G Gm A B C (x3)
 
[Verse 1]
G            Gm  G                     Gm
I ain't blue yet hell I ain't even sick
G                                 Gm                  A B C
But this big ol' bark sure sounds worse than its stink
G                  Gm    G               Gm
Thick like dipsticks and white as a sheet
G                        Gm               A B C
But for a pile of trash I sure smell sweet
 
[Chorus]
D
Can in a bag for just $2.35
E
Nobody looks you straight in the eye
G
Drop like butter to the floor just let me lie?
G                             A
Drop like butter, just let me fry
 
[Intro]
G Gm G Gm G Gm A B C (x2)
 
[Verse 2]
G                       Gm  G              Gm
Been digging holes like I'm in need of work
G                             Gm          A B C
I can't sit for a minute just dry my shirt
G                              Gm   G                Gm
This city's been sucking on me like a cheap cigarette
G                        Gm            A B C
It's drunk my drinks and cashed my bets
 
[Chorus]
D
Can in a bag for just $2.35
E
Nobody looks you straight in the eye
G
Drop like butter to the floor just let me lie?
G                             A
Drop like butter, just let me fry....ah...YEAH
 
[Intro]
G Gm G Gm G Gm A B C
 
[Outro]
G                Gm     G                     Gm
Drop like butter to the floor just let me lie?
G                 Gm            A B C
Drop like butter, just let me fry
G                     Gm
Junk, Junk, Junk, Junk
G                     Gm
Junk, Junk, Junk, Junk
G                    Gm   A B C
Sure smell sweet for junk
G                     Gm
Junk, Junk, Junk, Junk
G                     Gm
Junk, Junk, Junk, Junk
G                    Gm   A B C A B C A B C A B C G
Sure smell sweet for junk
 
 
2. THE CREAM & THE CROCK
 
[Verse 1]
       G    Em                          G    Em
Took a drag from something I don't even smoke
      G    Em                                 G    Em
And a line from something that some other guy wrote
         G                     Em                            G    Em
Now it's red wine for headline somebody's pulling favours by phone
      G             Em                             C
Is it really so bad or you just want some place to go?
 
[Verse 2]
        G     Em                                  G    Em
Give me noise and the sound of hearts breaking in songs
          G              Em                                     G    Em
Give them profiles and a voice which shows which country you're from
 
[Bridge]
G                Em            G Em
Meanwhile, I was there thinking
      G               Em                             C
Is it really that bad or you just want some place to go?
 
[Chorus]
G                                           Em
Hey, before you leave us by the side of the road
          D                           C
I want to tell you 'bout the little I know
         B             A#   A
It's the cream, it's a crock
 
[Verse 3]
        G  Em                                 G    Em
Pick it up and spill your guts to someone who knows
              G                     Em                               G     Em
I'll suck you up like a Kleenex and leave the mess in the back of my throat
 
[Bridge]
G                Em            G Em
Meanwhile, I was there thinking
      G                Em                          C
Is it really so bad or you just want some place to go?
 
[Chorus]
G                                           Em
Hey, before you leave us by the side of the road
          D                           C
I want to tell you 'bout the little I know
         B             A#               A
It's the cream, it's a crock (Oh Rusty, let it rock)
 
[Instrumental]
G E F (x3)
C A Am11 A
G Em (x4)
C
 
[Chorus]
G                                           Em
Hey, before you leave us by the side of the road
          D                           C
I want to tell you 'bout the little I know
         B             A#   A
It's the cream, it's a crock
 
[Outro]
G                                       Em
Hey, we're sitting in the middle of the road
          D                           C
I want to tell you 'bout the little I know
         B             A#        A          G Em G
It's the cream, it's a crock Oh, let it rock
 
 
3. WHAT I DON'T KNOW 'BOUT YOU
 
Capo 3
 
[Verse 1]
D          Em7     Em
This whole day was useless
G          Em7      D
Next one's gonna be worse
D          Em7                   Em
'cause I'm wearing this badge of fortune like
G           Em7     D
A criminals wears a curse
 
[Verse 2]
  Em7     Bm11       Em           G
I want to chase that rabbit right off the rails
    G        Em7                       D
And rip this metal keeping my mouth in check
      Em7       Bm11          Em          G
But I need that muzzle like a razor and a stubble
G               Em7             D
Cuttin all this history from my neck
 
[Verse 3]
D                   Em7          Em
Do you remember the gear I first saw you in
G      Em7          D
Eating Mexican in '92?
D               Em7          G
In between your folks and a birthday toast
       G               Em7            D
It was black from your fringe to your shoes
 
[Pre-Chorus 1]
Em7 Bm11    Em            G
I'm picking apples out of paintings
G                 Em7           D
And making record covers in the sky
Em7      Bm11 Em                G
I missed my   boat sitting here imagining
     G    Em       D  D# E
Your face when you cry
 
[Chorus 1]
         Em                G           D
Don't be cruel, come on be sugar in my tooth
  Em7                                  D
I think I like what I don't know about you
 
[Verse 4]
D                    Em7     Em
This whole day threw up some tickets
G        Em7  D
None I'd ever choose
D            Em7      Em
The sky's so heavy it hangs like a beer gut
G              Em7   D
Spilling stuff on my shoes
 
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Em7          Bm11     Em    G
Don't get me wrong, I ain't complaining
  G            Em7                        D
I still got my legs like an old Christmas tree
Em7    Bm11  Em           G
But if I got faith why am I so scared
G           Em       D D# E
Everybody's dying on me
 
[Chorus 1]
         Em                G           D
Don't be cruel, come on be sugar in my tooth
  Em7
I think I like what I don't know about you
 
[Chorus 2]
         Em                G               D
Don't be cruel, come on be champagne in my shoe
  Em7                                  D
I think I like what I don't know about you
 
[Instrumental]
D Em7 Em G Em7 D (x2)
 
[Verse 5]
Em7      Bm11        Em             G
Fish and chips stall down the south coast ready
G     Em7               D
I can show you what I'm worth
Em7       Bm11 Em                  D
So set me up a bottle and salt and vinegar
G      Em        D
If you get there first
       G      Em        D    D# E
I said if you get there first
 
[Chorus 1]
         Em                G           D
Don't be cruel, come on be sugar in my tooth
  Em7                                  Em
I think I like what I don't know about you
 
[Chorus 2]
         Em                G               D
Don't be cruel, come on be champagne in my shoe
  Em7                                  D
I think I like what I don't know about you
 
[Outro]
D  D2-D-D4-D  D2-D-D4-D  G-F#-E  D
 
 
4. FIFTEEN
 
  [Intro]
  G G G F# E F F# Bb  (x3)
e|-------------------|
B|-------------------|
G|----0--------------|
D|------4--2-3-4-----|
A|---------------1---|
E|3-3----------------|
 
[Verse 1]
G                Cm               Am             Cm
Hate your friends cos they're the only ones that make you want to die
G        Cm                   Am                    Cm
And they make their scene the prison queen, they'll never get it right
    G                         C                  Cm                           G E
The mirror on the living room wall aint been too kind since you hit grade four
 
[Chorus]
    Am            D                          G E
But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight
              Am               D
Just put your things away, you know its just not your time.
 
  [Intro]
  G G G F# E F F# Bb  (x3)
e|-------------------|
B|-------------------|
G|----0--------------|
D|------4--2-3-4-----|
A|---------------1---|
E|3-3----------------|
 
[Verse 2]
         G          Cm              Am               Cm
He's the boy you got and here's the ticket stub that never won a prize
G               Cm                   Am          Cm
And and there's no hard sell cos he's got a face come straight from a fight
G                    C              Cm                G E
But he answers we he calls and he's under six feet tall
 
[Chorus]
    Am            D                          G E
But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight
              Am               D
Just put your things away, you know its just not your time.
 
  [Intro]
  G G G F# E F F# Bb  (x3)
e|-------------------|
B|-------------------|
G|----0--------------|
D|------4--2-3-4-----|
A|---------------1---|
E|3-3----------------|
 
[Bridge]
Em Em                         A A
     He's big and dumb like a dagwood dog.
    Cm Cm                 G    F#
His jeans never fit quite right
              Em Em
But there's a razor blade cut
  A A                       D       C     B     Bb
I feel it in your gut takes aint no ready stars and
 
[Verse 3]
G               Cm                Am             Cm
Hate your friends cos they're the only ones that make you want to die.
G        Cm                   Am                    Cm
And they make their scene the prison queen, they'll never get it right
G                     C                  Cm                    G E
The ones who shine so bright are made of broke come Friday night.
 
[Chorus]
    Am            D                          G E
But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight
              Am               D
Just put your things away, you know its just not your...
 
[Bridge]
Em Em                         A A
     He's big and dumb like a dagwood dog.
    Cm Cm                 G    F#
His jeans never fit quite right
              Em Em
But there's a razor blade cut
  A A                       D       C     B     Bb G E
I feel it in your gut takes aint no ready stars and
 
[Chorus]
    Am            D                          G E
But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight
              Am               D                          G E
Just put your things away, you know its just not your time.
Am                   D
That's the way we're gonna get it right.
 
  [Intro]
  G G G F# E F F# Bb  (x3)
e|-------------------|
B|-------------------|
G|----0--------------|
D|------4--2-3-4-----|
A|---------------1---|
E|3-3----------------|
 
[Outro]
G G
 
 
5. TOP OF THE MORN, SLIP OF THE DAY
 
[Intro]
D G Em A (x2)
C B A
C D A
D
 
[Verse 1]
G                    A
I shuffle 'round the Earth like a ping pong
G                         A
To find something just to hang my hat on
G                     A                F#m Em
And somewhere just to let my pants get dry.
 
[Verse 2]
G                    A
Heard a trucker on a pay phone gas mall
G                        A
sort his deal out with a twenty five cent call
G                           A                       F#m  E
Shooting through before his see-through coffee went cold
 
[Chorus 1]
E                    A
And it sure did seem a good deal to me
Em                       A
But my head's too soaked in Brilliantine
E       A                    D
So just take me out, alright!
 
[Verse 3]
G                 A
I've brushed over stations and channels
G                      A
and combed the town in corduroy and flannel
G                              A                             F#m
Only know who you are when you move and who you're with when you're alone.
E
That's all I know
 
[Chorus 2]
E                    A
And it sure did seem a good deal to me
Em                       A
But my head's too soaked in Brilliantine
E       A                    D
So just take me out, alright!
E                   A
And top of the morn and slip of the day
Em                    A
Just don't sleep good since I been away.
E         A              D
So here's to you, alright!
 
[Bridge]
D                                     G
I think I've figured out a way to get by
                C                    B A
I'll leave your brain out sitting on a shelf.
D                                                G
I think I figured out a cracking good way to get by
           C         B    A            D
So kick me out, I'm going west, bye bye
 
[Intrumental]
Em A (x3)
D G Em A (x2)
 
[Chorus 2]
E                    A
And it sure did seem a good deal to me
Em                       A
But my head's too soaked in Brilliantine
E       A                    D
So just take me out, alright!
E                   A
And top of the morn and slip of the day
Em                    A
Just don't sleep good since I been away.
E         A              D
So here's to you, alright!
 
[Intrumental]
D G Em A (x2)
 
[Verse 4]
C                   A
Walk stupid like an expectant dad
C                          A
waiting for your hand like I'm waiting for skylab
C               B         A             D
So kick me out, I'm going west, alright
 
 
6. BILLY
 
Capo 2
 
[Intro]
B B B B B B D
A B B A B (x8)
 
[Verse 1]
         B B           B B
He's the man without a plan
           B B             B B
To shake it up and set you down again
  B B                     B B
A Bo Diddely walk no more running round the block
B B                B
17 watts is all of what he's got
 
[Chorus]
        G                E
Take me out and mess me 'round
           G               E
Don't want style without a sound.
         D                 G
It ain't clean but dig the scene
    B                           A
And I heard the message now the message is mine.
 
N.C
B B (x4)
 
[Verse 2]
            B B                B B
I heard the man he brought the news
           B B             B B
He came in loud and out of tune
    B B                         B B
Now asleep like a bus conductor dribble like a dog.
B B                          B
Double timing scratch to the sound I'm thinking of
 
[Chorus]
        G                E
Take me out and mess me 'round
           G               E
Don't want style without a sound.
         D                 G
It ain't clean but dig the scene
    B                           A
And I heard the message now the message is mine.
B                    A
I heard the message, now the message (come on Timmy!)
 
[N.C.]
B B (x8)
 
[Bridge]
    G             E
All night just be there
           G                 E    D G
Don't make sense you think I care?
 
[Outro]
B                        A
I heard the message, the message is mine
B                        A
I heard the message, the message is mine
B                        A
I heard the message, the message is mine!
 
N.C
A B B A B (x3)
B B B B B
B
 
 
7. COME HOME WIT' ME
 
[Intro]
A D A Dm A E
 
[Verse 1]
       A                       C#
Do you really wanna come out tonight with me?
        F#                 F
Did you just wanna go where everybody else goes?
    A
Now I don't need to read your mind
   C#
To see or hear that you ain't mine
      F#
Is it just one of us
            F
Who's gonna take that last late night bus?
 
[Chorus]
     A   Dm
Come home
     A           Dm
Come home with me
     A           E
Come home with me
 
[Verse 2]
     A
Your words will always stump me when
  C#
I just need something right
        F#
I wanna kiss you as the sun comes up
    F
And turns out Friday night
       A
I got a good mind to
C#
Get right down to
   F#           F
Forget the way I sweat when
 
You're walking through my mind
 
[Chorus]
     A   Dm
Come home
     A           Dm
Come home with me
     A           Dm
Come home with me
     A           E
Come home with me
 
[Bridge]
  F  F  F  F         F  F  F  F
I know that I should be ashamed
   G# G# G# G#         G# G# G# G#
To see you off on your way again
C                         C7
And I've heard every excuse before
           F  F  F  F         F  F  F  F
But you're just too much for me to lose
        G# G# G# G#
Help me girl
G# G# G# G#       G    E
  Stop looking so good
 
[Instrumental]
A C# F# F (x2)
 
[Chorus]
     A   Dm
Come home
     A            Dm
Come home with me
     A            Dm A                       Dm
Come home with me    (no, I don't wanna talk!)
 
[Outro]
    A    Dm
Come home
     A            Dm
Come home with me
     A            Dm
Come home with me
          A     Dm
Come on girl!
     A    A G# G F
Come home
     A            A G# G F
Come home with me
     A            A G# G F
Come home with me
     A            E A7
Yeah come on girl!
 
 
8. HEAVY HEART
 
[Intro]
C E Am G D F Fm
 
[Verse 1]
C                         E7
  Been watching so much TV
                             F
I'm thinner than I should be
 
I'm like a waterlogged ball
     G#
That no-one wants to kick around anymore
C                         E7
An all day morning hair-do
                           F
That no comb can get through
 
It's all granola and beer
  Fm
A calling card and a silk cut souvenir
 
[Chorus]
C     E7            F
    I miss you like sleep
            C           E              D7
And there's nothing romantic about the hours I keep
C       E7              F
    The morning when it starts
        Fm
I don't look so sharp now I got a heavy heart
 
[Verse 2]
C                               E7
    I talk a lot about football
                             F
And girls I kissed in Grade 4
 
I piss off my friends
    G#
And digging a hole just staring at the floor
C                              E7
Every T'shirt's got a wine stain
                           F
I'm loving cigarettes again
                        Fm
I know every tune about guys and girls and hurts and hearts and moans
 
[Chorus]
C    E7            F
   I miss you like sleep
            C          E               D7
And there's nothing romantic about the hours I keep
C       E7              F
    The morning when it starts
        Fm
I don't look so good
                        C
Now I got a heavy heart
 
[Bridge]
            D7
It's just a low rent paying
Fm
Palpitating
Bb             C    B
Pulp inside my shirt
              D7
But there's a weight that's sitting
Fm
So hard God it hurts
 
[Instrumental]
C E7 F F C E7 F F G
 
[Verse 3]
C                             E7
   They're watching so much TV
                             F
I'm thinner than I should be
 
I'm like a waterlogged ball
     G#
That no-one wants to kick around anymore
 
[Chorus]
C   E             F
  I miss you like sleep
            C         E                D7
And there's nothing romantic about the hours I keep
C      E               F
   The morning when it starts
Fm G                 C
Oh-Oh my heavy heart
 
 
9. RUMBLE
 
[Intro]
B A D A A# (x3)
B7 B7 B7 E7 (x2)
 
[Verse 1]
      B7         E7
Got a new haircut
           B7           E7
It cost me just six bucks
         B7                                                      E7
Filled a plastic bag with the stuff I need in a big dumb car I'm off my knees
        G      F#            B7   E7 B7 E7
Fill it up and make me start again
 
[Verse 2]
             B7             E7
Ooh it's the rumble and moan
              B7            E7
Transistor AM cassette drone
         B7                               E7
It's the sound without a home address and hydromatic hopelessness
G              F#         B7
Fill it up and start over again
     G              F#         C#        E
Yeah fill it up and start over again and again...all night!
 
[Chorus]
B     A
R. A. D. I. O.
D               A      A#
Hit me hard and hit me low
B             A               D             A     A#
Static engine blow the scene, rumble in the old machine
B     A
R. A. D. I. O.
    D                A      A#
Ah, hit me just like Lionel Rose
B     A       D G F#
R. A. D. I. O.
 
N.C.
B7 B7 B7 E7 (x2)
 
[Verse 3]
        B7              E7
I heard stomach and soul
              B7           E7
A rumble underneath my toes
       E7                                              E7
And it didn't come with a clear face, designer punk or daily rate
G              F#            B7
Fill it up and make it start again
     G              F#         C#        E
Yeah fill it up and start over again and again...all night!
 
[Chorus]
B     A
R. A. D. I. O.
D               A      A#
Hit me hard and hit me low
B             A               D             A     A#
Static engine blow the scene, rumble in the old machine
B     A
R. A. D. I. O.
    D                A      A#
Ah, hit me just like Lionel Rose
B     A
R. A. D. I. O.
  D             A     A#
A rumble in the old machine
B     A
R. A. D. I. O.
  D             A     A#
A rumble in the old machine
B     A
R. A. D. I. O.
        D             A     A#
Yeah, a rumble in the old machine
B     A
R. A. D. I. O.
  D             A     A#
A rumble in the old machine
B            A
Ronnie James D. I. O.
D
Fell down like Bocephus under all the noise and grease
G
Automatic mono-style rip me up, monkey style
 
[Outro]
B E (x3)
B D
 
 
10. GUYS, GIRLS GUITARS
 
[Verse 1]
              G              D           G
There's a guy singing in the edge of the room
       Em                           C7
Making sounds through a face like a prune
              Em                          A7
He's got them fancy checkered pants and a chip in his tooth
   Cm
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
 
[Verse 2]
     G               D         G
Suffocating from patchouli and smoke
           Em                       C7
Here's the fifty-first song that he wrote
          Em                   A7
About the girl who split fifty weeks ago
       Cm
Oh no, yeah, yeah, yeah
 
[Chorus]
              C                             G
And there's a weight heavy down there on his shoulder
    D#                     C
The patented moves growing colder,
    D#                               C    Cm
The seventh chord just keeps getting older
 
[Verse 3]
G  D  G     Em                        C7
Oh my soul, just hit me if I get on a roll,
             Em                     A7
But this all sounded so good in the bedroom cold
   Cm
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
 
[Verse 4]
        G      D    G
But its only a 2 am tune
       Em                              C7
With a bridge that was lifted from "My Aim Is True"
         Em                   A7
From the setlist drink to the practice room
   Cm
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah.
              C                             G
But there's a weight heavy down there on his shoulder
 
[Chorus]
              C                             G
And there's a weight heavy down there on his shoulder
    D#                     C
The patented moves growing colder,
    D#                               C    Cm
The seventh chord just keeps getting older
 
[Bridge]
       B                          C
And he knows just as sure as this microphone stinks
          A7                                 D                       G D G
There's a change coming through and he ain't going home alone tonight
 
[Instrumental]
G D G Em C7 E A7 Cm
 
[Chorus]
              C                             G
And there's a weight heavy down there on his shoulder
    D#                               C
The seventh chord just keeps getting older
      D#                        C     Cm
Is it me or is the room getting colder
 
[Outro]
G                                        Em
Oh, we're going down, but don't it sound sweet
                                 C7
Feel the dust building up at our feet
    Cm                               G
The seventh chord just keeps getting older
                                         Em
Oh, we're going down, but don't it sound sweet
                                 C7
Feel the dust building up at our feet
    Cm                               G
The seventh chord just keeps getting older
 
 
11. PLANS
 
  [Intro]
  Dm (x2)
e|----------------------------------------|
B|--3--3--6----6--------3--3--6----8------|
G|----------7----7--0---2-------7----7--0-|
D|0---0-0----0----0---0---0-0----0----0---|
A|----------------------------------------|
E|----------------------------------------|
 
[Verse 1]
D                       A
Brush your hair to some Eurodisco trash
F#m                   F
Two prophelactics and forty-five dollars cash
Em                       A
Corduroy jacket and some fifty buck shoes
         Em                              A
That can lead like a lamp when they're a scrubbing up new
 
[Verse 2]
D                 A
 Sunday best on a Friday night alright
     F#m                                F
I'll meet you at the corner beneath the Goodyear foot sign
Em                  A
Where all dates are made by mobile
     Em                           A
I'll send you a smoke signal you'll be there by nine
 
[Pre-Chorus 1]
     Em                   A
This smoke, I left it for you
                Em       A                  D C# B
To show Mum and Dad your new tattoo alright.
 
[Chorus]
F                    Em                       A
So they're my plans, how'd they fit with you?
 
[Verse 3]
          D                               A
There's a streetlight for each night your heart hit the deck
     F#m                         F
This drink says I love you, this drink says I couldn't care less
E            A
Kiss me so I know I'm alive
    Em                              A
The drinks taste crap but they keep coming 'til five
 
[Verse 4]
D                             A
Numbers on the wall, I got my ears like a shell
    F#m                          F
The phone stinks of chips, cheap wine, mouthwash and gel
Em                    A
C'mon we'll drink the last of the rent
         Em                                A
And I'll leave my number right down on the strap of your dress
 
[Pre-Chorus 2]
         Em        A
And it's late, and she's Sue
      Em                         A                      D C# B
Cos I read it on the back of her boyfriends neck alright
 
[Chorus]
F                    Em
So they're my plans, how'd they fit with you?
 
  [Intro]
  Dm (x2)
e|----------------------------------------|
B|--3--3--6----6--------3--3--6----8------|
G|----------7----7--0---2-------7----7--0-|
D|0---0-0----0----0---0---0-0----0----0---|
A|----------------------------------------|
E|----------------------------------------|
 
[Instrumental]
D A F# F E A Em A (x2)
 
[Pre-Chorus 3]
     Em       A
It's late and she's Sue
Em                    A                  D C# B
Show mum and dad your new tattoo alright!
 
[Chorus]
F                    Em                      A
So they're my plans, how'd they fit with you?
 
[Outro]
      F                 Em                    A
Yeah, I had a plan, but how'd it fit with you?
F                     Em                    A
That's all I got, but how'd it fit with you?
F     Em    D
Yeah, yeah, yeah
 
 
12...AND VANDALISM
 
[Intro]
D E7 G Gm A
 
[Verse 1]
D                Em7                                 D
I know this guy, if I'm the mayonnaise he's the cream
D                              Am                           G
Some sit and wait for the ride while others become the scene
                                  Em7                          G
And he can see a Wednesday morning like others see Friday night
                       Em7           A7           D
It's all an open book, it's just how you vandalise
 
[Verse 2]
D                                Em7                               D
A double stitch on the shirttail while the rest of us split on the seams
                          Am
He talks about Art Blakey and I pretend to know what he means
G                              Em7                            G
So now it's three gigs a night while your girl digs up the UAE
                             Em7         A7
And burn up like a matchstick, the whole damn city can see.
 
[Instrumental]
D Am Em7 A7
 
[Verse 3]
D                        Em7                           D
The sun caught me hiding just enough for someone to see
                          Am
My heart in my hands, the tracks of my glands are cracking through the grit in my teeth
G                      Em7                                   G
So when did you decide that there's only so much you can lose?
                Em    A                                 D
The best choice comes just when there's nothing left to choose
 
[Chorus]
D
Do do do do do do
Am
Do do do do do do
Em7              A7
Do do do do do do
D
Do do do do do do
Am
Do do do do do do
Em7              A7
Do do do do do do
 
[Bridge]
       Bm                      E7
So you blow up letterboxes and chlorine bombs
              G                    Gm                                   Bm
'cause it's a weekend blitz on the dicks who just can't whistle the tune
         E7                   G                     Gm
Yeah and hit while I sit here on my hands measuring compliments with a spoon
Bm      E7            G   Gm
And I'm never too far away
 
[Verse 1]
D                Em7                                 D
I know this guy, if I'm the mayonnaise he's the cream
D                              Am                           D
Some sit and wait for the ride while others become the scene
 
[Chorus]
D
Do do do do do do
Am
Do do do do do do
Em7              A7
Do do do do do do
D
Do do do do do do
Am
Do do do do do do
Em7              A7
Do do do do do do
 
[Instrumental Outro]
D Am Em7 A7 (x2)
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