Tonalité : D# minor
Verse 1
Am
F
Am
F
Am
F
Am
F
It
fills my lungs every time it has
a chance to invade my stance I sit stiff like a candlestick
in the thick of the bush as I push with machetes
cutting off vines between my feet I ponder
beats people only get in the way of my creativity
flow so I get high turn on machines and watch
The lights glow,
my mind grows in awkward dynamics
Use rainbows for hammocks
when the traffic is frantic
For passage,
passageway congested
Gridlock's at a standstill
Dm
F
cause everything I wanna do
So do you and that man,
thrill of victory
Pitching me to do my best for always
Get discouraged, too much company
Don't make it past my hallway
till the evening
And that's all day,
leaving out my mealtimes
No escape,
Dm
F
I make tapes and pretend they help me feel fine
I need some
Afrin to clear my sinus I'm congested
and all backed up like
Frisco
I'm
Linus without a blanket,
real agitated in this mode
Dm
F
Meanwhile, my problems seem minimal
To an imbecile who can't
F
read the cue cards
It's too hard in fact, to explain
You can't get too far actin' like that
It's no wonder I'm sick
on every occasion
Dm
F
Congestion takes over,
my shit traps me in
odd situations
Dm
Fuckin' up relations with my friends
F
Killing patients in the end, I can't pretend
It's not a problem
It's no wonder I'm sick on
Dm
every occasion
F
Congestion takes over,
my shit traps me in
odd situations
Fuckin' up relations with my friends
Dm
F
Killing patients in the end, I can't pretend
It's not a problem
Sometimes I don't even know how I'm gonna
Dm
F
sleep about 20 feet away from
Someone making a beat,
fleet of bitches in the front room
Dm
Phone off the hook,
F
haven't been alone in 8 months
And I'm knowing the chance
I took when I strolled
To the bathroom to try
and cleanse my body
Water freezing cold and someone smelling naughty,
ungodly
Circumstances,
glances on my back as I engage in a fit of rage
I swear I'm bout to crack
So who's really being correct
Dm
when I complain about my face?
F
In a pace of 3 days you
Dm
were in my face in 5 ways
F
If I told you to hit the highway,
you'd be offended and hurt
Dm
F
Claiming I treat you like dirt,
naming off all the first things I said
With an expanded memory, I'm blamed in the end,
can't you see I'm a hermit shell
C
Manifested a turtle,
F
Dm
F
rather be all by myself than with you strangers
So back off
Everybody wants to get
what's there for the taking
You can't move slow,
or you making a mistaking
I can speak experience,
Dm
I've seen it first hand
F
I despise the rat race,
but I place cause I can
I man the shit, you mop it,
but always leave it slivery
Dm
F
Then hang around in bullshit,
using space, acting chippery
Fools me in the mix,
couldn't rid them with the fader
That's a major space invader,
more annoying than a pager
It's no wonder I'm sick
on every occasion
Congestion takes over my shit,
traps me in odd situations
Dm
Fucking up relations with my friends,
F
killing patients in the end
I can't pretend it's not a problem
It's no wonder I'm sick on
Dm
every oc casion
F
Congestion takes over my shit,
traps me in odd situations
Fucking up relations with my friends,
Dm
F
killing patients in the end
I can't pretend it's not a problem
Am
F
So back off
They're back off.
They're disconnected.
Dm
F
They're back off.
Dm
F
Am
F
Am
F
Am
F
Am
F
Am
F
Am
I'll see you
Thanks for watching!
As-tu aimé la chanson ?
AccordeurE A D G B E
AccordsAm F Dm C
Plus de chansons de The Grouch
Découvrez des accords pour jouer plus de chansons
Accords populaires dans le monde entier
Accords et tablatures les plus joués par tous les utilisateurs