Games We Play — Get A Job

Текст песни с аккордами

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Every chord symbol equals 1 bar.

Use a capo in fret 3 to play easier chords: A G D
(For that select "-3" in the transposing tool below.)


[Intro]
                C  Bb
"Get a fucking job"
F                      F                    C
I don't wanna be like you, I wanna sing my songs
     Bb                      F
And keep it going all night long

C Bb F F   x2


[Verse 1]
C              Bb          F              F
 I've tried a couple times, can't keep a nine-to-five
C                 Bb              F                  F
 My girlfriend's parents hate my guts, they think I can't provide
C                Bb           F           F
 Showed up to Christmas night- wearin' a clip-on tie
C                Bb            F                F
 My friends all go to work and I can't keep a plant alive


[Pre-Chorus]
    C                               Bb
And everybody's thinking that I'll never make it far
         F                              F
With an eighth-grade education and my shitty-ass guitar
          C                              Bb                      F
But I'm tryin' making music 'cause it's paying for my brand new car


[Chorus]
             F             C  Bb
"You should get a fucking job"
F                      F                    C
I don't wanna be like you, I wanna sing my songs (Hey)
     Bb                      F
And keep it going all night long
F                 C  Bb
I don't- wanna- stop
F                      F                   C
I don't wanna save my money, wanna blow it all (All)
     Bb                 F
On whatever the fuck I want
 F                           C       Bb   F
Getting older, never growing up, up, up, up (Up)
 F                           C       Bb   F  F
Getting older, never growing up, up, up, up (Up)


[Verse 2]
C                        Bb
 I gotta get it off my chest
                 F                       F
I don't know how anyone can ever live a life behind a desk
    C                                 Bb
And I don't go to church no more, but I've been feeling blessed
           F                             F             C      Bb
'Cause my Tessie busy drivin' while I'm busy getting heeella money
                F            F                     C
And it's kinda funny how the ones who did it right
       Bb               F
Still kinda hate their lives, 'cause


[Chorus]
 N.C.                      C  Bb
"You should get a fucking job"
F                      F                    C
I don't wanna be like you, I wanna sing my songs (Hey)
     Bb                      F
And keep it going all night long
F                 C  Bb
I don't- wanna- stop
F                      F                   C
I don't wanna save my money, wanna blow it all (All)
     Bb                 F
On whatever the fuck I want
 F                           C       Bb   F
Getting older, never growing up, up, up, up (Up)
 F                           C       Bb   F
Getting older, never growing up, up, up, up (Up)


[Bridge]
 F                           N.C.    N.C.  N.C.
Getting older, never growing up, up, up, up (Up)
 N.C.                        N.C.    N.C.  F
Getting older, never growing up, up, up, up


[Chorus]
                           N.C. N.C.
"You should get a fucking job"
F                      F                    C
I don't wanna be like you, I wanna sing my songs (Hey)
     Bb                      F
And keep it going all night long
F                 C/E  Bb
I don't- wanna- stop
F                      F                   C
I don't wanna save my money, wanna blow it all (All)
     Bb                 F
On whatever the fuck I want
 F                           C       Bb   F
Getting older, never growing up, up, up, up (Up)
 F                           C       Bb   F
Getting older, never growing up, up, up, up (Up)


[Outro]
 F                           C       Bb   F
Getting older, never growing up, up, up, up
 F                           C       Bb   F
Getting older, never growing up, up, up, up		
    

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