Bomb The Music Industry
E B A E B A It's fifty degrees in December and the heat in my house is always broke E B A E B A So it feels about twenty-five colder and I can't feel my fingers and toes. D A G B I miss the G train with a passion that used to be reserved for hate. E A Am I getting too carried away with the bullshit of leaving today? G I know that I'm getting bored. B Real bored with myself. E B A E B It was six o' clock with friends in Boston and I'm diggin' the winter's A first snow. E B A E B Now it's midnight, I'm drinking Blue Ribbons and I'm already sick of the A cold. D A The bartended skipped my Tom Waits songs. G B It's Wham! now. I wanna "go go." CHORUS C# Let's live like elephants Ab Stomping on sychophants F# Paws in a polygraph C# Not favor loneliness Ab Over companionship F# Let's not be jealous. C# Ab Let's give the pretentious a cure and not just a name. C# F# 'Cause I'm getting too carried away with the bullshit of leaving today. Bbm Eb I'm really more than just quite a bit bored of myself. C# F# 'Cause I'm getting too carried away with the bullshit of leaving today. Bbm Eb I didn't wanna be this damn unsure of myself. C# Ab F# But it never seems to get warmer. C# Ab F# No matter how far south you go. C# Ab F# It'll get too hot in the summer C# Ab F# And the sweat'll soak right through your clothes. C# Ab F# And you'll feel self-conscious and awkward C# Ab F# And the feeling stays with you all day C# Ab F# Bbm F# Until you go and put on a new t-shirt and throw that old one away. The rest of the song repeats B, E, Abm, F# over and over again. eNJOY!