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Born To Lose

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Social Disortion - Born To Lose

D#: e|-----------|  fill: e|--------------|
    B|-----------|        B|--------------|
    G|-----------|        G|--------------|
    D|-8-8-10-8--|        D|--------------|
    A|-6-6-6--6--|        A|-6-6-8-8-9-9--|
    E|-----------|        E|--------------|


intro: D#, A#

D#                          G#
I was brought in this world 1962,
D#                            A#
I didn't have much choice you see. 
           D#                        G#
But by the time I was eight, I could tell it was too late,
D#            A#                    D#
I was already barking up the wrong tree.
D#                       G#                   
When I was in school you thought I was a fool,
D#          A#  
In trouble, Breaking all the rules.
D#                                G#
I was absent from class, My daddy spanked my bare ass,
D#               A#         D#
But I sure tried hard to be cool.

G#            D#
Born to lose, was what they said,
A#                        D# fill
You know I was better off dead.
G#            D#
Born to lose, you're just bad news,
A#            G#            D#
You don't get no second chance.

D#                               G#
It was a hot summer night in mid July,
D#                     A#
A hangover and a black eye.
D#                             G#
Your momma said I was a loser, A dead end cruiser, 
D#                 A#               D#
And deep inside I knew that she was right.


G#            D#
Born to lose, was what they said,
A#                        D# fill
You know I was better off dead.
G#            D#
Born to lose, you're just bad news,
A#            G#            D#      
You don't get no second chance.

Solo

D#                                             G#
I tried to get myself a job Because that's the way that Things are, 
D#                            A#    
wanna have nice Things and go far. 
D#                                     G#
Well I'm sorry Honey, I ain't got much money
D#                       A#       D#            
But I can sure play this here old Guitar. 
D#                     G# 
As the years went on, I made a few mistakes 
D#                                   A#
it was a Troublebound for this young Man. 
D#                               G#
The police knockin' at my Door, "Well he don't live here noMore, 
D#                    G#           D#
and he's playin' in a rock 'n'Roll band."


G#            D#
Born to lose, was what they said,
A#                        D# fill
You know I was better off dead.
G#            D#
Born to lose, you're just bad news,
A#            G#            D#
You don't get no second chance.

end on D#


kick-ass song by social d, 
peace bros, sinipunk

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Born To Lose

Social Distortion