Biography:
George Watsky (born September 15, 1986) is a writer and performer who believes in the equal power of the tear and the belly laugh. Born and raised in San Francisco and now based in Los Angeles, he aims to cross-pollinate the stage, screen and stereo with work that speaks to both the humor and frustrations of modern life.
George was featured on Season 6 of Russell Simmons Presents Def Poetry on HBO. He was the 2006 Youth Speaks Grand Slam Poetry Champion
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Other songs:
- Hey, Asshole
- 4Am Monday
- Cannonball
- Cardboard Castles
- Chemical Angel
- Energy
- Fireworks
- Grass Is Greener
- Hand Over Hand
- Hey Asshole
- Idgaf
- Lets Get High And Watch Planet Earth
- Limo 4 Emos
- Moral Of The Story
- Ninjas In Paris
- Rich Girl
- Rome
- Roses
- Sarajevo
- Send In The Sun
- Show Goes On Mini
- Sloppy Seconds
- Stick To Your Guns
- Strong As An Oak
- Talking To Myself
- Tiny Glowing Screens Pt 1
- Tiny Glowing Screens Pt 3
- Welcome To The Family
- What Goes Up
- Whoa Whoa Whoa
- Wounded Healer
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Tuning: Standard
[Verse 1]
Am
Ice Age or a heat wave
C
Earthquake or a plague
Dm
Terrorism or class warfare
F
Or the end of days
Am
I asked mamma, but she didn't know
C
Dad just shook his head
Dm
Put a couple ice cubes in his Whiskey,
F
sipped it and went to bed
Am C
Can I just pray to God to give me those Vegas odds
Dm F
I ask on behalf of a friend
Am C
Should I buy my folks a round or dig my cash in the ground
Dm F
I'm starting to think it's the end
[Chorus]
Am C
I know, I know we'll live for a thousand years
Dm F
What's in your crystal ball
Am C
Tell me, tell me oh where do we go from here
Dm F
Rome is too big to fall
[Verse 2]
Am
Other night I was riding on a C train
C
Packed car, bad mood
Dm
When his peabrain drunk-ass slicked back hair, having,
F
leather-jacket wearing ass Roger Klotz grease stain
Am
dude stumbles through the train mad rude
C
shoving a finger in our grills with this attitude
Dm
Yelling fuck you, fuck you, fuck every one of you
F
Yeah, yeah, that means fuck you too
Am
So when the train pulls in the next station
C
This one big ass hardcore
Dm
bouncer kinda Teamster kinda Paul Bunyon
F
kinda motherfucker shoves a fool out the car door
Am
Throws a haymaker, hits him in the chin
C
The whole train cheers the win
Dm
We're all high-fiving, feeling excellent
F
Having extra fun like we're next of kin
Am
Save all your Kumbayas
C
Don't take this shit too far
Dm F
You don't make no friends on no New York subway car
Am
How come when we gotta come together
C
We wait until we got someone that we can all come together to hate
Dm
And then for the hottest minute we set our shit aside and relate?
F
then forget again
[Chorus]
Am C
I know, I know we'll live for a thousand years
Dm F
What's in your crystal ball
Am C
Tell me, tell me oh where do we go from here
Dm F
Rome is too big to fall
[Verse 3]
Am
Nobody wants to die so nobody thinks of it
C
What if at the blink of an eye we be at the brink of it
Dm
We tend to blind when we're right up in the thick of it
F
We got this life to live and it's at our fingertips
Am
I'm taking my time and trying to me making the most of it
C
Let's open a wine bottle and can all toast a bit
Dm
And I never get light when I'm drunk so fuck all the poser shit
F
I'm tapping a vein, craving the truth, give me another dose of it
Am C
I'm not digging for danger but I decided that I won't be taking time for
Dm
my day for denying how I was made or fighting my human nature
F
I'm only looking to savor the ride
Am
I've paid for my pride back when I would cry, cry, cry
C
Spending my life wondering why, why, why
Dm
Taking the view soon I know it's all gonna fly right by
F
I will not go out like that!
[Outro]
Am C Dm
We won't go out like that
F Am
We won't go out like that
C
We won't go out like (We won't go out like)
N.C
We won't go out like that
[Verse 1]
Am
Ice Age or a heat wave
C
Earthquake or a plague
Dm
Terrorism or class warfare
F
Or the end of days
Am
I asked mamma, but she didn't know
C
Dad just shook his head
Dm
Put a couple ice cubes in his Whiskey,
F
sipped it and went to bed
Am C
Can I just pray to God to give me those Vegas odds
Dm F
I ask on behalf of a friend
Am C
Should I buy my folks a round or dig my cash in the ground
Dm F
I'm starting to think it's the end
[Chorus]
Am C
I know, I know we'll live for a thousand years
Dm F
What's in your crystal ball
Am C
Tell me, tell me oh where do we go from here
Dm F
Rome is too big to fall
[Verse 2]
Am
Other night I was riding on a C train
C
Packed car, bad mood
Dm
When his peabrain drunk-ass slicked back hair, having,
F
leather-jacket wearing ass Roger Klotz grease stain
Am
dude stumbles through the train mad rude
C
shoving a finger in our grills with this attitude
Dm
Yelling fuck you, fuck you, fuck every one of you
F
Yeah, yeah, that means fuck you too
Am
So when the train pulls in the next station
C
This one big ass hardcore
Dm
bouncer kinda Teamster kinda Paul Bunyon
F
kinda motherfucker shoves a fool out the car door
Am
Throws a haymaker, hits him in the chin
C
The whole train cheers the win
Dm
We're all high-fiving, feeling excellent
F
Having extra fun like we're next of kin
Am
Save all your Kumbayas
C
Don't take this shit too far
Dm F
You don't make no friends on no New York subway car
Am
How come when we gotta come together
C
We wait until we got someone that we can all come together to hate
Dm
And then for the hottest minute we set our shit aside and relate?
F
then forget again
[Chorus]
Am C
I know, I know we'll live for a thousand years
Dm F
What's in your crystal ball
Am C
Tell me, tell me oh where do we go from here
Dm F
Rome is too big to fall
[Verse 3]
Am
Nobody wants to die so nobody thinks of it
C
What if at the blink of an eye we be at the brink of it
Dm
We tend to blind when we're right up in the thick of it
F
We got this life to live and it's at our fingertips
Am
I'm taking my time and trying to me making the most of it
C
Let's open a wine bottle and can all toast a bit
Dm
And I never get light when I'm drunk so fuck all the poser shit
F
I'm tapping a vein, craving the truth, give me another dose of it
Am C
I'm not digging for danger but I decided that I won't be taking time for
Dm
my day for denying how I was made or fighting my human nature
F
I'm only looking to savor the ride
Am
I've paid for my pride back when I would cry, cry, cry
C
Spending my life wondering why, why, why
Dm
Taking the view soon I know it's all gonna fly right by
F
I will not go out like that!
[Outro]
Am C Dm
We won't go out like that
F Am
We won't go out like that
C
We won't go out like (We won't go out like)
N.C
We won't go out like that
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