Chords for A Most Disgusting Song

_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I've played every kind of gig there is to play now.
_ _ [A] _ _
I've played [E] faggot bars, hooker bars, motorcycle [F#] funerals, _ in opera houses, concert halls,
halfway houses. _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ _
Well, I've found in all these places that I've played, _ [A] _ _
all the people that I've played
were the same people.
_ [F#] _
_ So if you'll listen, maybe you'll see someone you know in this song.
[B] _
_ A most disgusting song.
_ _ [E] _
_ The local diddy-bop pimp comes in.
[A] _
_ _ Acting limp, he sits down with a grin.
[F#] _
_ Next to a girl that has never been chased, _ [B] _
the bartender wipes a smile off his face.
_ [E] _
_ The delegates cross the floor, _ [F#] _
[A] _ curtsy and promenade [E] through the doors.
_ [F#] _
And slowly the evening begins.
_ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ And there's Jimmy Bad Luck Butts, _ _
[A] who's [E] just crazy about [A] the meat sloppy at weekend [F#] sluts.
_ Talking is the lawyer in the crumpled up shirt.
_ [B]
And everyone's drinking the [E] detergents that cannot remove their hurt. _ _
_ While the mafia provides your drugs, _ [A] _
your government will provide the shrugs.
_ [F#] _
And your national guard will supply the slugs.
_ [B]
So they sit, all satisfied.
_ [E] _ _ _
_ And there's old playboy Ralph, _ _ [A] _
_ who's always been shorter than himself.
_ [F#] _
And there's a man with his chin in his hand, _ _ [B]
who knows more than he'll ever understand.
[C#] _ _ [E]
Yeah, every night it's the same old thing.
[B] _ _
Getting [F#m] high, getting drunk, getting [A] orny, _ _ [F#] _
at the in-between.
[B] _ _ _ [E] Again.
And _ _ there's _ _ a bearded schoolboy with the wooden eyes, _ [A] _
who at every scented skirt whispers of incise.
[F#] _
And there's a teacher that will kiss you in French, _ _ [B]
who could never give love, could only fearfully [F#m] clench.
_ [E]
Yeah, people, every night it's the same old thing.
_ _ [A]
Getting pacified, ossified, affectionate, _ [F#] _
at Mr.
Flood's [B] party.
_ _ [E] Again.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
And there's the militant with his store-bought soul.
_ [A] _
There's someone here who's almost a virgin, I've [Em] been told.
_ [F#]
And there's Linda, glass maid who speaks of the past.
[B] Who genuflects, salutes, signs her cross, then stands at half [E]-mast. _
Yeah, they're all here, the tiny Tims and the Uncle Toms.
_ [A]
Redheads, brunettes, brownheads, and the dyed-haired blondes.
[F#] Who talk to dogs, chase broads, and have hopes of being [B] mobbed.
Who mislay their dreams and later claim that they were [E] robbed. _ _
And every night it's gonna be the same old thing.
_ [A]
Getting high, getting drunk, getting orny.
_ _ [F#]
Lost, even, _ [B] at Martha's [E] Vineyard. Again.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _