Jambi Cafe The Uncluded
Jambi Cafe - The Uncluded
as transcribed by Seth Hanson (sethhanson@outlook.com)
[G]I wish that your headaches would s[C]ubside my friend
And your [G]healing isn't just a case of [D]double contact lense
I've got my n[G]ame down for a table at the Ja[C]mbi Cafe so I can
[G]MekaLekaHineyHo all [D]of your pain away.
And I am [C]outside D's [D]Variety, I'm u[G]p on the brick [C]wall.
and It's [C]the first time that this [D]tongue of mine has [G]licked a [C]fireball.
I [C]close my eyes and [D]feel the burn and [G]say "Yeah, bring it [C]on."
I feel [C]weak but I'm trying to [D]prove to myself that I'm s[G]trong.
I feel [C]weak but I'm trying to [D]prove to myself that I'm s[G]trong.
(repeat A and B chord progession under rapping verse)
I heard you ate shit at the skate ramp,
Two left feet watering a face plant, ah dude,
you know that "Skate or Die" is just a term,
the latter half is fully independent of the first.
Still, I get it , you were curbside, sentenced to observe
from the low-risk prison of a sedentary perch.
All jittery, vault triggering your inner tomboy,
Timidly slipping into the military convoy.
Dang, loose trucks aim for the funbox,
Juiced up, cruising over urethane gum drops.
You hit the kicker warp speed yelling "Punk rock!"
Turns out plywood is not a fan of tough talk, oof.
Cued up a slow-mo heav-ho,
everybody staring at the airborn freakshow.
Scraped knees and a very bruised ego.
You're a good kid just a goofy Knieval.
The good news is it really doesn't matter,
the other good news is an apple Jolly Rancher,
and it won't heal wounds, but it will heal moods,
and it's sweet, and it's sour, and it's green, and it rules.
You can't do much so the cut won't sting,
but you can make a couple taste buds go Z-Z-Z-ZING!
You can't do much so the cut won't sting,
but you can make a couple taste buds go ZIGGA-ZIGGA-ZING!
If you got [G]bit by a viper from the [C]Amazon,
I would s[G]neak by dad's X-ACTO and cut [D]Xs in your arms.
And I would [G]suck out all the venom causing [C]chaos and confusion
and [G]replace that shit with a Swiss Miss and [D]Ovaltine tranfusion.
And I am [C]on the stoop at [D]Joe's,
And I am [G]just a little [C]kid.
And it's the [C]first time that this [D]tongue of mine
gives [G]a blue razz a [C]lick.
And [C]all that I can [D]say is "Holy [G]shit! Guys what is [C]this?!"
What could [C]I have done to [D]deserve such awesome[G]ness?
What could [C]I have done to [D]deserve such awesome[G]ness?
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