Instant Street taby ukulele według Deus

G                                         C
You're probably right, seen from your side, that I've been lucky
    Em                   D         C
But I've been meaning to crack all week
              G                                         C
Yes I've been involved, it never resolved into anything shocking
Em                       D          C
Pains playing yoyo in my body as we speak

D                            C
And now I found something to look for
D
...but I can't decide,
       C                      Am                             F
'Cause I might find that to stroll behind is better than to score
                D
Just like I did before

               G                                      C
It wouldn't be true, not towards you, to say that I'm staying
        Em                       D                  C
When on every single impulse, on every other move I react
                  G                                             C
'Cause in any old creek, with changing technique, you'll see me playing
Em                          D         C
After any old motherfucking blow I'll be back

G         Em                Bm
We turned away from instant stuff
                                 F#m
Our cracking codes were breaking up
               A                       D
Our words were sucked out it made them clean
G          Em
And after lowness say it
Bm                        F#m
And after more let it be known
               A                   D
Our codes are grown into something mean

                G                                       C
You're probably right, as for tonight, you're making me nervous
     Em                   D           C
What is it you want me to be thinking of?
              G                                                C
I'll put on a movie, I'll play something groovy as a matter of service
         Em                    D               C        
And I'll chuckle when you smile as a matter of love
   Em                D                 C
'Cause you know it's not my style to be giving up now
    Em              D
And this pain in my side, I had enough

G           Em             Bm
This time I go for Instant Street
                       F#m
This life's a soulless excuse 
        A           D
For all abuse and parenthesis
G              Em          Bm
The flyspecked windows and the, the stinking lobbies
          F#m          A             D
They'll remain all the same, all the same