Spilt Beer

G
I’ve been a lot of fucking places
                                    D
But they’re all pretty much the same
C
I’ve met a whole shit load of people
            Am
And only a handful
               C
Don’t drive me completely insane
G
And I’ve got a lot of bullshit problems
                      D
So does everybody else
               C
It’s hard to find the energy to solve them
                Am                       C
It’s easier to hide out and sleep
In the van by myself
                      D
And it seems like nothing ever works out right

G D Am C
G D Am C

G
Every day can’t be the best day
                                 D
In fact a lot feel like the worst
C
The stress puts pressure
                         Am                     C
On the inside of my skull
I swear to god my head is gonna burst
G
And every time the clouds clear up
The sun comes out
                          D
And I think that I’m okay
        C
Another dark cloud comes rollin‘ in
                             Am
To rain on my fucking parade
              C
If there’s a god it must hate me
       D                      G
Cause nothing ever works out right

G             D
When all the beer is spilled
Am                     C
I won’t just sit and cry about it
G                 D
I got a good head on my shoulders
Am       C
And I’m capable
        G           D             Am             C
So it’s back to the grindstone
, square one, drawing board
                           G D Am C
I’ll make it work this time
Go!
G D Am C
G D Am C

 G
Parking ticket
!
Lost the keys
!
D
Sticky valve
!
Broken strings
!
           Am
I hate my friends and they hate me
                 C
There’s not enough ramen left to eat
G
Spange up change to buy some booze
D
Forget for a minute that we’re born to lose
          Am
When life gave you lemons
 C
But you lost your lemons
                   D
So now you’re fucked
Cause nothing works out right!

G             D
When all the beer is spilled
Am                     C
I won’t just sit and cry about it
G                 D
I got a good head on my shoulders
Am       C
And I’m capable
        G           D             Am             C
So it’s back to the grindstone
, square one, drawing board
                           G D Am C
I’ll make it work this time
G             D
When all the beer is spilled
Am                     C
I won’t just sit and cry about it
G                 D
I got a good head on my shoulders
Am       C
And I’m capable
        G           D             Am             C
So it’s back to the grindstone
, square one, drawing board
                           G D Am C
I’ll make it work this time

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