Biography:
Drunk Mums formed in Cairns, Australia about five years ago, in a microwave, early blues being the meat, tied down by some ranty garage cling wrap. They held Blood and Guts parties, helping unknown young bands get started as there was nowhere else to do so. Everyone lived in a battered old Queenslander which eventually burnt down, and as instead of work, played a residency at the infamous Johno's Blues Bar before its demise.
Three years on, after some disastrous travelling in the US and Central America
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Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
E D D E x4
E D D E
This stone
E D D E
won't become a heart
E D D E
it's just a muscle
E D D E
it's just blood to a shark
E D D E
such fine things
E D D E
will replace my woes
E D D E
wine and dining
E D D E
til the taste gets old
E D D E E D D E
and as I sit on my own in my favourite restaurant I will remember
E D D E E D D E
if I was sittin' here with you explaining things that I do I'd feel no better
E A F# E
E A F# E
E D D E
E D D E
B D
E B
But all I need is a place to crash
G A
I've got a bleeder in my brain and a devil on my back
E B
all I need is a place to fall
G A
just to let me down easy when it's not my fault
E F# G E
instead I'll go up the street on my own
E F# G E
instead I'll go to the pub on my own
E D D E x4
E D D E
Eyes roll back
E D D E
I pass out
E D D E
shitby
E D D E
go home
E D D E
she's wearing lipstick
E D D E
I just get impulses
E D D E
give me guilt trips
E D D E
just take me home
E A F# E
E A F# E
E D D E
E D D E
B D
G E B D
G E B D
G E B D
G E B D
G
E B
But all I need is a place to crash
G A
I've got a bleeder in my brain and a devil on my back
E B
all I need is a place to fall
G A
just to let me down easy when it's not my fault
E F# G E
instead I'll go up the street on my own
E F# G E
instead I'll go to the pub on my own
E F# G E
instead I'll go up the street on my own
E F# G E
instead I'll go to the pub on my own
E
E D D E
This stone
E D D E
won't become a heart
E D D E
it's just a muscle
E D D E
it's just blood to a shark
E D D E
such fine things
E D D E
will replace my woes
E D D E
wine and dining
E D D E
til the taste gets old
E D D E E D D E
and as I sit on my own in my favourite restaurant I will remember
E D D E E D D E
if I was sittin' here with you explaining things that I do I'd feel no better
E A F# E
E A F# E
E D D E
E D D E
B D
E B
But all I need is a place to crash
G A
I've got a bleeder in my brain and a devil on my back
E B
all I need is a place to fall
G A
just to let me down easy when it's not my fault
E F# G E
instead I'll go up the street on my own
E F# G E
instead I'll go to the pub on my own
E D D E x4
E D D E
Eyes roll back
E D D E
I pass out
E D D E
shitby
E D D E
go home
E D D E
she's wearing lipstick
E D D E
I just get impulses
E D D E
give me guilt trips
E D D E
just take me home
E A F# E
E A F# E
E D D E
E D D E
B D
G E B D
G E B D
G E B D
G E B D
G
E B
But all I need is a place to crash
G A
I've got a bleeder in my brain and a devil on my back
E B
all I need is a place to fall
G A
just to let me down easy when it's not my fault
E F# G E
instead I'll go up the street on my own
E F# G E
instead I'll go to the pub on my own
E F# G E
instead I'll go up the street on my own
E F# G E
instead I'll go to the pub on my own
E
Dry Kill Logic
Dryve
Dsds
Dtapula
Dua