Biography:
Social Distortion is an American punk rock band formed in 1978 in Fullerton, California. The band currently consists of vocalist and guitarist Mike Ness, guitarist Jonny Wickersham, bassist Brent Harding and drummer David Hidalgo, Jr.
Social Distortion temporarily disbanded in 1985, due to frontman Ness' drug addiction and troubles with the law, which resulted in extended stints in various rehabilitation centers, that lasted for two years. However
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"SOCIAL DISTORTION"
VERY SIMPLE JUST CHORDS G D A THROUGH OUT THE WHOLE SONG
G D A
Some people like to gamble,
But you, you always lose.
Some people like to rock 'n' roll,
you're always singin' the blues.
You gotta nasty disposition.
No one really knows the reason why,
You gotta bad bad reputation.
Gonna hang your head down and cry...
G D A
You got bad, bad luck.
Bad, bad luck.
You got bad, bad luck.
Bad, bad luck.
G D A
Thirteen's my lucky number,
To you it means stay inside.
Black cat done crossed my path,
No reason to run and hide.
You're looking through a cracked mirror.
No one really knows the reason why.
Your enemies are gettin' nearer.
Gonna hang down your head and cry....
G D A
You got bad, bad luck.
Bad, bad luck.
You got bad, bad luck.
Bad, bad luck.
G D A
Some people go to church on Sundays,
others they pray at home.
You tell them that there ain't no God,
that they're better off standin' alone.
You're always scratchin' at the eight ball,
No one really knows the reason why.
You get to the top and then you fall,
Gonna hang down your head and cry...
VERY SIMPLE JUST CHORDS G D A THROUGH OUT THE WHOLE SONG
G D A
Some people like to gamble,
But you, you always lose.
Some people like to rock 'n' roll,
you're always singin' the blues.
You gotta nasty disposition.
No one really knows the reason why,
You gotta bad bad reputation.
Gonna hang your head down and cry...
G D A
You got bad, bad luck.
Bad, bad luck.
You got bad, bad luck.
Bad, bad luck.
G D A
Thirteen's my lucky number,
To you it means stay inside.
Black cat done crossed my path,
No reason to run and hide.
You're looking through a cracked mirror.
No one really knows the reason why.
Your enemies are gettin' nearer.
Gonna hang down your head and cry....
G D A
You got bad, bad luck.
Bad, bad luck.
You got bad, bad luck.
Bad, bad luck.
G D A
Some people go to church on Sundays,
others they pray at home.
You tell them that there ain't no God,
that they're better off standin' alone.
You're always scratchin' at the eight ball,
No one really knows the reason why.
You get to the top and then you fall,
Gonna hang down your head and cry...
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