Biography:
The Lawrence Arms are a punk rock trio from Chicago, formed in 1999. The lineup consists of Brendan Kelly (vocals & bass), Chris McCaughan (vocals & guitar), and Neil Hennessy (drums). They have released seven full-length albums and are currently signed to Epitaph. Their music and lyrics exhibit their propensity for juxtaposing references from history and literature with American pop culture. The band takes its name from a building the members resided in (and were later evicted from) called the Lawrence Arms
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- 100 Resolutions
- 106 South
- 3Am Qvc Shopping Spree Hangover
- A Boring Story
- A Toast
- Abracadaver
- Acheron River
- Alert The Audience
- All The Week
- Another Boring Story
- Are You There Margaret Its Me God
- Are You There Yet Margaret Its Me God
- Beautiful Things
- Black Snow
- Boatless Brooze Cruise Part 1
- Bonfire Park
- Brick Wall Views
- Brickwall Views
- Chapter 13 A Hero Appears
- Chapter 13 The Hero Appears
- Chilean District
- Criminal
- Demons
- Devils Takin Names
- Drunken Tweets
- Faintly Falling Ashes
- Ghost Stories
- Hey What Time Is Pensacola Wings Of Gold On Anyway
- Hickery Avenue
- Ill Take Whats In The Box Monty
- Intransit
- Light Breathing Me And Martha Plimpton In A Fancy Elevator
- Like A Record Player
- Metropole
- Minute
- Navigating The Windward Passage
- Necrotism Decanting The Insalubrious Cyborg Midnight Part 7
- Never Fade Away
- October Blood
- Old Mexico Way
- On With The Show
- Overheated
- Paradise Shitty
- Porno And Snuff Films
- Quincentuple Your Money
- Right As Rain Part 2
- Seventeener
- Seventeener 17Th And 37Th
- Spit Shining Shit
- The Corpses Of Our Motivations
- The Devils Takin Names
- The Disaster March
- The First Eviction Notice
- The March Of The Elephants
- The Profiteers
- The Rabbit And The Rooster
- The Ramblin Boys Of Pleasure
- The Rambling Boys Of Pleasure
- The Raw And Searing Flesh
- The Redness In The West
- The Slowest Drink At The Saddest Bar On The Snowiest Day In The Greatest City
- The Ymca Down The Street From The Clinic
- Them Angels Been Talkin
- Theres No Place Like A Strangers Floor
- These Pigs Seem To Be Getting The Best Of Me
- Warped Summer Extravaganza
- You Are Here
- Your Gravest Words
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The Lawrence Arms
The Profiteers
Metropole
2014
Submitted by: [email protected]
Key: C
Tuning: Standard EADGBe
Chords used:
C - x32010
G - 320033
Am - x02210
F - 133211
G/B - x2x003
G7 - 320001
Verse 1:
C
Marching on my face
Am
Dancing on the grave
F
that I ain't even in
G(hold)
And pissing on my shoes
And fucking my marmalades
again And I'm choking on
C
the fumes of a promising
Am
youth That crumbled into
F
sloppy dusty doom once I
G
spread my wings and flew
Chorus 1:
F
But if it smells like shit
G
And it looks like shit
C
Then my friend you can
G/B Am
bet that we’d get rich
G F
off it And you can dream
G
it You can wrap it up and
C
give it to the girl
G/B
you've been loving
Am
Or just thinking about
G F
fucking it up And baby
G G(hold)
whoa whoa it's a crazy
C C
fucking world
Verse 2:
C
So the healthy white
baby to the trench coat
Am
moms Said the healthy
white baby what else
do you got? Said the
F
negro boy with his
heart outside And
G
that filthy cock
sucker that passed
out getting high
C
I drive all night
and you'll never
pull me over
Am
Even though I'm
always high
You won’t like me
when I'm sober
F
Cause I just check
my phone and sigh
Over and over and
G
over and over and
over and over
G
over and over and
over and over
G
over and over and
over and over
G
over and over and
over and over
G
over and over
and over
Bridge:
C
And I wanna pound bricks
G F
on a night like this
C
When I’m a hundred
G
miles or so from where
F
I should have been
C
I got nothing but time
G F
to kill so baby jump in
C
Let's go see the people
G
baby that we could have
F C
been These are the people
G
baby that we could
F
have been These are the
Am(hold) G(hold)
people that we maybe
F(hold) G7(hold)
should have been
Chorus 2:
F
If it smells like shit
G
And it looks like shit
C
Then there’s a guy that’s
G/B Am
gonna try to put his dick
G F
in it You can scream it
G
You can wrap it up and
C
sell it to the girl
G/B
you've been loving
Am
Or just dreaming
G
about you’re fucking
F G
And baby whoa
F G
And baby whoa
F G
And baby whoa
It's a crazy
Am C F G
fucking world
Chorus 3: Slower beat
F
If you can sceam it
G7
You can wrap it up
and sell it to the
C
girl you’ve been
G/B
loving Or just
Am
lying about
G F
you’re fucking baby
G
oh it’s a crazy
C(hold)
fucking world
The Profiteers
Metropole
2014
Submitted by: [email protected]
Key: C
Tuning: Standard EADGBe
Chords used:
C - x32010
G - 320033
Am - x02210
F - 133211
G/B - x2x003
G7 - 320001
Verse 1:
C
Marching on my face
Am
Dancing on the grave
F
that I ain't even in
G(hold)
And pissing on my shoes
And fucking my marmalades
again And I'm choking on
C
the fumes of a promising
Am
youth That crumbled into
F
sloppy dusty doom once I
G
spread my wings and flew
Chorus 1:
F
But if it smells like shit
G
And it looks like shit
C
Then my friend you can
G/B Am
bet that we’d get rich
G F
off it And you can dream
G
it You can wrap it up and
C
give it to the girl
G/B
you've been loving
Am
Or just thinking about
G F
fucking it up And baby
G G(hold)
whoa whoa it's a crazy
C C
fucking world
Verse 2:
C
So the healthy white
baby to the trench coat
Am
moms Said the healthy
white baby what else
do you got? Said the
F
negro boy with his
heart outside And
G
that filthy cock
sucker that passed
out getting high
C
I drive all night
and you'll never
pull me over
Am
Even though I'm
always high
You won’t like me
when I'm sober
F
Cause I just check
my phone and sigh
Over and over and
G
over and over and
over and over
G
over and over and
over and over
G
over and over and
over and over
G
over and over and
over and over
G
over and over
and over
Bridge:
C
And I wanna pound bricks
G F
on a night like this
C
When I’m a hundred
G
miles or so from where
F
I should have been
C
I got nothing but time
G F
to kill so baby jump in
C
Let's go see the people
G
baby that we could have
F C
been These are the people
G
baby that we could
F
have been These are the
Am(hold) G(hold)
people that we maybe
F(hold) G7(hold)
should have been
Chorus 2:
F
If it smells like shit
G
And it looks like shit
C
Then there’s a guy that’s
G/B Am
gonna try to put his dick
G F
in it You can scream it
G
You can wrap it up and
C
sell it to the girl
G/B
you've been loving
Am
Or just dreaming
G
about you’re fucking
F G
And baby whoa
F G
And baby whoa
F G
And baby whoa
It's a crazy
Am C F G
fucking world
Chorus 3: Slower beat
F
If you can sceam it
G7
You can wrap it up
and sell it to the
C
girl you’ve been
G/B
loving Or just
Am
lying about
G F
you’re fucking baby
G
oh it’s a crazy
C(hold)
fucking world
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