Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
[Intro]
F#m D C# (x3)
F#m
I'm sick of having to steal meat for my dog
D C#
Sick of having to deal weed to my boss
F#m
Sick of having to conceal it from the cops
D C#
Sick of having to kneel before your god
F#m
And I'm tired of feeling like shit
D C#
I'm tired of revealing I'm trying to quit
F#m
But when things go wrong yeh you gotta get on
D C# F#m
So I went and got on and now I'm getting on with it
D C# F#m D C#
Yeh it's time to get the fuck on with it
F#m C#
I'm sick of being cold and broke in a shitty house
F#m C#
Sick of the mold that grows on my gritty couch
F#m C#
Sick of watching my friends kicked out of the squat again
F#m D C#
when the yuppies on the block call the cops again
A D C# F#m
And you'd think by now humans would have figured out
D C# F#m
A way to mass produce their needs for free
D C# F#m
And I'm thinking about doing something for future me
D C# F#m
Cause they don't give a fuck about anything but making money
D C# F#m
Yeh all they want is fucking money
D C# F#m D C#
Yeh all they want it is your fucking money
F#m D C# (x4)
F#m C#
I'm sick of driving round in a beat up piece of shit
F#m C#
Sick of finding out it's missing important bits
F#m C#
Sick of climbing out the window cause I'm pissed
D C#
and slipped and crashed into this ditch
F#m D C#
But I don't care about that shitty car
D F#m
I'm too drunk to see that far, all I need is this guitar
D C# F#m
And I will stare the pigs in the eye
D C# F#m
Yeh I aint scared to lie, yeh I swear it wasn't I
D C# F#m
And he says one day you'll wear a tie
D C#
And I say fuck off I will you cunt
F#m D C#
La lala la-la lalalalalala (x3)
F#m D C#
F#m D C# F#m
And you'd think by now humans would have figured out
D C# F#m
A way to mass produce their needs for free
D C# F#m
And I'm thinking about doing something for future me
D C# F#m
Cause they don't give a fuck about anything but making money
D C# F#m
Yeh all they want is fucking money
D C# F#m C#
Yeh all they want it is your fucking money
F#m C# F#m C#
D C# F#m C#
F#m D C# (x3)
F#m
I'm sick of having to steal meat for my dog
D C#
Sick of having to deal weed to my boss
F#m
Sick of having to conceal it from the cops
D C#
Sick of having to kneel before your god
F#m
And I'm tired of feeling like shit
D C#
I'm tired of revealing I'm trying to quit
F#m
But when things go wrong yeh you gotta get on
D C# F#m
So I went and got on and now I'm getting on with it
D C# F#m D C#
Yeh it's time to get the fuck on with it
F#m C#
I'm sick of being cold and broke in a shitty house
F#m C#
Sick of the mold that grows on my gritty couch
F#m C#
Sick of watching my friends kicked out of the squat again
F#m D C#
when the yuppies on the block call the cops again
A D C# F#m
And you'd think by now humans would have figured out
D C# F#m
A way to mass produce their needs for free
D C# F#m
And I'm thinking about doing something for future me
D C# F#m
Cause they don't give a fuck about anything but making money
D C# F#m
Yeh all they want is fucking money
D C# F#m D C#
Yeh all they want it is your fucking money
F#m D C# (x4)
F#m C#
I'm sick of driving round in a beat up piece of shit
F#m C#
Sick of finding out it's missing important bits
F#m C#
Sick of climbing out the window cause I'm pissed
D C#
and slipped and crashed into this ditch
F#m D C#
But I don't care about that shitty car
D F#m
I'm too drunk to see that far, all I need is this guitar
D C# F#m
And I will stare the pigs in the eye
D C# F#m
Yeh I aint scared to lie, yeh I swear it wasn't I
D C# F#m
And he says one day you'll wear a tie
D C#
And I say fuck off I will you cunt
F#m D C#
La lala la-la lalalalalala (x3)
F#m D C#
F#m D C# F#m
And you'd think by now humans would have figured out
D C# F#m
A way to mass produce their needs for free
D C# F#m
And I'm thinking about doing something for future me
D C# F#m
Cause they don't give a fuck about anything but making money
D C# F#m
Yeh all they want is fucking money
D C# F#m C#
Yeh all they want it is your fucking money
F#m C# F#m C#
D C# F#m C#
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