Rich Kids by Adam Green

Awesomeness.  Up a half step.  Or maybe my guitar's flat.  :/


     C                        A7
You know I love to make a connection, 
   Dm                    G
I love to conspire and steal.
         C                         A7
And you know I love to write good rock songs, honey
 Dm                  G
That's all good and real.
        C           A7
I was born, and I cried,
    Dm            Abm         G   F   C
I lived the dirty life and I died on fire,
         A7
And so slow,
    Dm                   G
But I could get used to this.

    C                     A7
I used to be friends with rich kids,
    Dm                        G
But all they talked about was me,
             C                         A7
'Cause I was looking for a date on the corner,
       Dm                      G
Like a foghorn shouting in the breeze.
          C          A7
And I'll bake on a cloud,
      Dm              Abm             G    F   C
I'll spare the very strength to look down, in case
          A7
You're in tow,
    Dm                   G
But I could get used to this.

   C                     A7
I finally grew a leg in Thailand,
  Dm                  G
Marauding on a typhus flu,
              C                       A7
'Cause I was stirring up a phase in Nashville,
           Dm                             G
Where the plots don't care 'bout what you do.
        C           A7
I was born, and I cried,
    Dm            Abm         G   F   C
I lived the dirty life and I died on fire,
         A7
And so slow,
    Dm                   G
But I could get used to this.


C                     Em
Dog faced flies would kill to survive,
 F                C
Hydrogen tigers, too.
  C                           Em
When you're in doubt, simply even it out,
     F                        G
Now what does that say about you?

       C                A7
I was lying by a sunny window,
  Dm                 G
Fawning on a stormy sea.
        C                       A7
I was calling you to find some codeines,
        Dm                     G
Here's hoping you know what I mean.
        C           A7
I was born, and I cried,
    Dm            Abm         G   F   C
I lived the dirty life and I died on fire,
         A7
And so slow,
    Dm                   G
But I could get used to this.



Lovely.

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