The Ymca Down The Street From The Clinic

             C#m                          E
Click on the link for the world's biggest dick
        B                               A
You can smell the rats are dying as the ship starts to sink
        C#m                   A
Down beneath, the poor are in braces and tears
B                    A
Up against the bars, staring down their years
C#m                             E
You told me to kiss you because we were at the end
      B                                 A
And I said I wouldn't miss you, because baby, I'd be dead
    C#m                                 E
And that's the only way, it seems, that I could get away
     B                         A
Otherwise, I'm nothing without you, babe
(continue chord progression)
I got a bad, sick stink, and I'm bathing in the sink
At the YMCA down the street from the clinic
And there's a sad old man with a sad, saggy ass
Just crying under the electric dryer for your hands
And he's wet, and he's dying and the spiders on his nose
Seem to indicate that he's been keeping warm out in the cold
And he's a lot like me, I guess, but we're somehow not the same
They say you really die the last time anybody says your name

     C#m              E         A              B
This sweet and sticky dream was nothing that I needed
     C#m           E         A              B
Just demons to believe, poisons lined up to feed 'em
        A                          E             B
And the rings inside this tree are rotten deeper down
   A                            B
Goddamn this fucking town, it's restless and I'm drowning

I got these black rotten teeth, cracking off in bloody beef
And I haven't seen the dentist in at least six thousand weeks
And I'm high on this TV and these whiskeys and these dreams
That I wouldn't dare to follow because I couldn't dare succeed
So I write down shitty words, so I sit in titty bars
So I text and tweet and look at nudes and beat off in the dark
Back when I was just a boy, these were okay ways to go
But baby, I got old and somewhere I ditched my soul
(whistling is the same as riff 1)
This sweet and sticky dream was nothing that I needed
Just demons to believe, poisons lined up to feed 'em
And the rings inside this tree are rotten deeper down
Goddamn this fucking town, it's restless and I'm drowning
C#m, E, B, A
We are the lonely seeds
Adrift on burning seas
Just pour the goddamn round
And let's let these fuckers drown
A, B, C#m