American Healthcare (the Junkyard 2) taby ukulele według Penelope Scott (Chwyty barytonu)

Verse 1:
        Em
When I was seven years old
            G
I saw a dead man in the road
              D
Outside the liquor store
                      G
a few blocks from my school
 

             Em
Well he was cold and he was warm
                G
He looked the damn same as before
                D
Except for something in the eyes
               G
And a bit of drool
 
Chorus:
             C         D
Well people die every day
             G           B    Em
I wouldn't have it any other way
               C                                    B
I just think they should feel good while they are alive
            C                 D
I went to school I got good grades
         B        B         Em
I don't know you want me to say
          C                   D               G
Tell me faster 'cause you're running out of time
 

              C    D   G  Em
I wanted to help people
               C         D         Em E
I thought that I could save the sick
             C               D
And if it's all the same to you
                   B       B   Em
There's one more thing I gotta do
              C
Because with God as my witness
 
You corporate fucking prick
       D                            B                Em
I did not become a doctor just to suck the devil's dick
 
Verse 2:
             Em
I made it through all four years
           G
And then almost a decade more
         D
I asked the right questions
           G
And never even really got bored
 

         Em
They hired me in my hometown
      G
And then again when I moved away
    D
People liked me back then
     G
What can I say?
 
Verse 3:
         Em
It was the government
          G
The companies, bureaucracy
         D                       G
The lobbyists, the congressmen, and lies
         Em
They trickled into both my ears
            G
And got louder over the years
           D                              G
Until all that I could hear was fucking flies
 
Chorus:
             C         D
Well people die every day
             G           B    Em
I wouldn't have it any other way
               C                                    B
I just think they should feel okay while they're alive
           C            D
How could they ever feel okay
             B            B       Em
When things are more and more this way?
       C            D              G
Sometimes it's like they'd rather die
 

              C   D   G   Em
I fucking helped people
               C       D         Em  E
I thought that I could do the trick
             C               D
And if it's all the same to you
                    B     B     Em
There's one more thing I got to do
              C
Because with God as my witness
 
You corporate piece of shit
    D                               B               Em
I did not become a doctor just to suck the devil's dick