Salvation Is A Parking Lot A Black Lips Rip-Off
The Orwells
G
(início)
G C D G
Verse 1
G I don't wanna die here C Sipping on my old mans beer D G So help me find a way to get out
Verse 2
G I don't like this town at all C Black sprypaint on the wall D G What else do you really call art
Verse 3
G Is this town getting smaller C Or the world getting larger D G I'll blow my brains out if I don't depart
Verse 4
G So come and join me C We wont die hoping D G If we leave then we'll make a brand new start
Pre-Chorus 1
D So cut you finger, hold your guts G Salvation is a parking lot D So cut you finger, hold your guts G Salvation is a parking lot D So cut you finger, hold your guts G Salvation is a parking lot D So cut you finger, hold your guts G Salvation is a parking lot
Chorus
C G Why do all the teachers try to take my kids C D G Why do all the people try to give me fist C G Why do they do it C G Why do they do it C G D Why do they do it to me
G O
G C D G G C D G
Verse 5
G The bottles almost empty C I guess we've all had plenty D G This is where things get rough
Verse 6
G I'm throwing glass at trains C It helps relive the pain D G You know I try and act real tough
Verse 7
G My desk is on the ready C My hopes are really dying D G I guess I just can't give it up
Verse 8
G My hope is really drowning C When I reject the Army D G Things don't always go by stuff
Pre-Chorus 1
D So cut you finger, hold your guts G Salvation is a parking lot D So cut you finger, hold your guts G Salvation is a parking lot D So cut you finger, hold your guts G Salvation is a parking lot D So cut you finger, hold your guts G Salvation is a parking lot
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