Syke Life Is Awesome Tabulatur von Bomb The Music Industry (für Baryton)

C G D7 F 


C                                                            F
I sat along the rocks and watched the cold Maine water rush away.
C                                                          G
The sun and my guitar and I knew what you were doing yesterday.
Am                       F
You broke those promises but I'll get over it.
Am                                        G
'Cause as long as I'm breathing fresh air I don't really give a shit
C                                            F                 C
But I'll get mad for the next ten years, but realise sometimes things are great.


C                                                        F
I didn't have directions and I hadn't eaten anything all day.
C                                                        G
We sucked a fat one and wasted a hundred dollars just to play.
Am                      F
Ate a bag of peanuts, before the windy road.
Am                                       G
And I couldn't drink a thing all night because of the vomit in my throat.
C                                         F                 C
Then you gave me your sweatshirt and your number, sometimes things are great.


C G D7 F 
F                 G
You don't own me! You don't own me!


C                                                   F
I worked my ass of my entire life to accomplish one dream.
C                                                      G
It started happening and everything was bastardized my greed.
Am                              F
I said "pull this shit over and let me out
Am                                 G
I swear to fucking God I'm fucking giving up right now"?
C                                     F                 C
And now I've got a brand new start, I realise sometimes things are great.


C
Scream it in apartment halls -
G
Scream it loud in shopping malls -
D7                                                                    F 
Take a ball point pen and paint the inside's of your eyelids with the constant reminder:
F                 G
You don't own me. You don't own me.


C                                                  F
Then I was underground without food or sunlight or encouragement.
C                                              G
Depression set in 'cause I was a product of my environment.
Am                        F
And then the other day, I just got in my car.
Am                                      G
Pick Glenn Tillbrook up from the hotel, drive him to the bar.
C                           F
He wore a t-shirt just like me and wasn't on his phone
C                                       G
and for fifteen fucking minutes I had a conversation with a hero.
C                      F
So I'll be mad for the next ten years...
C                                     G
And after that we'll go drink beers until the bar runs out of beers
C               F                 C
prepare for the next twenty-three years.


C F F  F x4


C                                            F
'Cause if I wasn't a fat kid in high school, I would have never listened to punk rock.
C                                      G
And if I knew how to throw a football, I would have never played any music.
C                                 F
And if never got my heart broken, I would sing "blah blah fucking nothing."?
C                                        G
And if you didn't fuck my ex-girlfriend, I would still owe you three-thousand dollars.
C                                     F
And if I never lived in that van then I wouldn't have met Chris or Steve or James, Alex
Middagh.
C                                   G
And if I never worked in a basement I would have never quit my job.
C                              F
      F 
And if I had a big emo band or dropped out of college, I would have never met you, man.