Tom: Em
Am 577555
Cmaj7 8(10)(10)000
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Verse 1:
Three weeks and counting till he's on his way to France
Not a dime in his pocket but a ticket in his hand
He's a cynical bastard but there's hope in his eyes
It's ben a long time comin' spent a long time runnin' from his insides
Verse 2:
He tries hard to songwrite his way out of bed
But nothing tastes as clever as it sounded in his head
He wants to get his teeth wet and sink his feet in
He should have billions of dollars 'cuz every asshole's put two cents in
Chorus:
Dsus2 Am Cmaj7
And he writes the songs yeah he can say what he wants yeah he can be who he wants to
And they say he's wrong but they keep tagging along yeah they can leave if they want to
And his way will never met yours
He's got the world on his back and watch him take it... on all fours
Verse 3:
Nine out of ten motherfuckers agree that his fucking foul language is a fucking travesty
But motherfucking fuck is just another fucking word
The idea a word is dirty is to him fucking absurd
Chorus
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And this world will soon be the death of him, and his voice will fade away
And his jeans will be all that's left of him, and they'll wonder if he was ok
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And the Alkies will say it was drinkin', and the preacher will say it was sin
And his mother will say he was thinkin' only of himself again
And the gays they will say it was straight people, and the straights will say it was AIDS
And he'll be in line at the gate, people still standing
In his way
In his way
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