Rich Kids Adam Green
Awesomeness. Up a half step. Or maybe my guitar's flat. :/
You k[C]now I love to make a conn[A7]ection,
I l[Dm]ove to conspire and st[G]eal.
And you k[C]now I love to write good r[A7]ock songs, honey
T[Dm]hat's all good and r[G]eal.
I was bo[C]rn, and I cr[A7]ied,
I li[Dm]ved the dirty [G#m]life and I d[G]ied [F]on f[C]ire,
And so sl[A7]ow,
But [Dm]I could get used to t[G]his.
I us[C]ed to be friends with [A7]rich kids,
But [Dm]all they talked about was [G]me,
'Cause I was [C]looking for a date on the [A7]corner,
Like a [Dm]foghorn shouting in the [G]breeze.
And I'll b[C]ake on a cl[A7]oud,
I'll s[Dm]pare the very st[G#m]rength to look d[G]own, [F]in c[C]ase
You're in [A7]tow,
But [Dm]I could get used to t[G]his.
I f[C]inally grew a leg in T[A7]hailand,
Ma[Dm]rauding on a typhus [G]flu,
'Cause I was s[C]tirring up a phase in Na[A7]shville,
Where the p[Dm]lots don't care 'bout what you [G]do.
I was bo[C]rn, and I cr[A7]ied,
I li[Dm]ved the dirty [G#m]life and I d[G]ied [F]on f[C]ire,
And so sl[A7]ow,
But [Dm]I could get used to t[G]his.
[C]Dog faced flies would [Em]kill to survive,
H[F]ydrogen tigers, t[C]oo.
Wh[C]en you're in doubt, simply e[Em]ven it out,
Now w[F]hat does that say about y[G]ou?
I was l[C]ying by a sunny w[A7]indow,
Fa[Dm]wning on a stormy s[G]ea.
I was ca[C]lling you to find some c[A7]odeines,
Here's h[Dm]oping you know what I m[G]ean.
I was bo[C]rn, and I cr[A7]ied,
I li[Dm]ved the dirty [G#m]life and I d[G]ied [F]on f[C]ire,
And so sl[A7]ow,
But [Dm]I could get used to t[G]his.
Lovely.
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