Another Song About How Bad I Am At Life
Will Wood And The Tapeworms
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(início)
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Verse 1
C My parents paid for college and I wonder why C To have me be a comic flipping burgers on the side F7 You can't have an apartment making 8.75 C Let alone car insurance after two DWIs G7 F7 I don't think I can write enough songs to stay alive C N.C. I would turn to prostitution, but I don't think I'd get by E7 Am My brain's so fried I don't think I could pass a drug test E7 Am And if my daddy weren't a lawyer, I'd probably be in jail by now (it also helps to be white) F G C Am Throw your hands in the air on my emotional roller coaster F N.C. Everybody do the mood swing
Chorus
F G C I'll never amount to anything Am I'll never amount to anything F I'll never amount to anything G I’ll never amount to nothin'
Verse 2
C My therapist said focus on the now and here C So I savor all the flavor when I pound a beer F7 I get heart palpitations and panic attacks C But I don't think I could trust myself around Xanax G7 F7 My therapist said I should take my meds C N.C. But that's exactly what the government wants me to do E7 Am I switch banks every time I overdraw my checking account E7 Am I'm at a point where 100 dollars could change my life (if I didn't spend it on cigarettes) F G C Am You'll drag bodies from my emotional wreckage, baby F N.C. What's the point of trying?
Chorus
F G C I'll never amount to anything Am I'll never amount to anything F I'll never amount to anything G I’ll never amount to nothin'
Piano solo
C C F7 F7 G7 F7 C G7 C C F7 F7 G7 F7 C C7 G7 E7 Am E7 Am E7 C F G
Verse 3
C N.C.
In first grade they tell you you could be the president
C N.C.
But I can't even get people to follow me on Twitter
F7
I drink and I smoke, and I never use a rubber
C
And also I play the lottery
G7 F7
Raised in suburbia to die in the streets
C N.C.
But my parents still say that they're proud of me
E7 Am
I'll be a sewer of emotionally-draining shit
E7 Am
And it'll take more than a manhole to shut me up (haha, manhole)
F G C Am
You'll lose your luggage at my emotional baggage claim
F G C Am
You'll lose your luggage at my emotional baggage claim
F N.C.
Poster boy of eugenicsChorus
F G C I'll never amount to anything Am I'll never amount to anything F I'll never amount to anything G I’ll never amount to nothin' C Anything Am I'll never amount to anything F I'll never amount to anything G I’ll never amount to nothin'
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