Banned From The Roxy Chords by Crass
Tempo:
91.5 bpm
Chords used:
B
A
C
D
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[B] [Bb]
[N] I never must have planned it anyway, said I only wanted well-behaved boys,
but I think I'd rather make a phone call to Das fucking Joy,
fuck em, just had to make my stand against what I feel is wrong with this land.
Just sit there on their rutherfed ass, bleeding off the sweat of their sputunate [A] glass,
with their fucking power cut their fingers on a band,
cocked on shot, run, let it be put on,
put a ferry out and pick the rock head of a gun,
put in a spare farce, get the fucking fun,
[B] see you in the [C] swaddle, [B] go out in a front yard,
see you in a [C] machine gun, [B] looking on the face,
fighting the [C] answer to your [B] rutherfed bones,
got a fucking [C] gun, a gun, [B] a bullet, can't [A] take it,
they can't make it, some don't swear to speak,
some don't call up, never leave till they hear they leave,
the government will chase you down, from its own lap,
big and emotional, shining on the door,
might dynamite, but might [N] also need to muck,
and the shit that I get, shit that I get, shit that I get, shit that I get,
shit that I get, shit that I get, shit that I get, shit that I get,
the big shit, is wrapping up the war,
and I'm about to come up and I'm gonna fucking [A] die,
[D]
[A] I'm just a say a stupid, [D] say a stupid [A] thing,
and I ain't here to rush you, but I'm a man,
trying to fucking live, when you're [D] cringing from the [A] sea,
so I'm here to do it, keep my life clean,
[B] who's a [C] liar, [B] who's fucking [A] lying,
[G] who the [C] fuck am I [Abm] talking [Gbm] to,
[B] who's a [C] liar, [B] who's fucking lying,
trying to walk dead, [C] you know [B] I'm there,
[A] and it's just [B] not right,
[C] [N] everywhere, school, army, church,
got my life to deal,
[A] but some reality, [D] might serve me up,
[A] fucking conspiracy, I'm talking through the roof,
go away from me, say the fucking words,
I'm not ready to live up there,
I'm from the south, I don't know what I'm saying,
I'm trying,
[N] I never must have planned it anyway, said I only wanted well-behaved boys,
but I think I'd rather make a phone call to Das fucking Joy,
fuck em, just had to make my stand against what I feel is wrong with this land.
Just sit there on their rutherfed ass, bleeding off the sweat of their sputunate [A] glass,
with their fucking power cut their fingers on a band,
cocked on shot, run, let it be put on,
put a ferry out and pick the rock head of a gun,
put in a spare farce, get the fucking fun,
[B] see you in the [C] swaddle, [B] go out in a front yard,
see you in a [C] machine gun, [B] looking on the face,
fighting the [C] answer to your [B] rutherfed bones,
got a fucking [C] gun, a gun, [B] a bullet, can't [A] take it,
they can't make it, some don't swear to speak,
some don't call up, never leave till they hear they leave,
the government will chase you down, from its own lap,
big and emotional, shining on the door,
might dynamite, but might [N] also need to muck,
and the shit that I get, shit that I get, shit that I get, shit that I get,
shit that I get, shit that I get, shit that I get, shit that I get,
the big shit, is wrapping up the war,
and I'm about to come up and I'm gonna fucking [A] die,
[D]
[A] I'm just a say a stupid, [D] say a stupid [A] thing,
and I ain't here to rush you, but I'm a man,
trying to fucking live, when you're [D] cringing from the [A] sea,
so I'm here to do it, keep my life clean,
[B] who's a [C] liar, [B] who's fucking [A] lying,
[G] who the [C] fuck am I [Abm] talking [Gbm] to,
[B] who's a [C] liar, [B] who's fucking lying,
trying to walk dead, [C] you know [B] I'm there,
[A] and it's just [B] not right,
[C] [N] everywhere, school, army, church,
got my life to deal,
[A] but some reality, [D] might serve me up,
[A] fucking conspiracy, I'm talking through the roof,
go away from me, say the fucking words,
I'm not ready to live up there,
I'm from the south, I don't know what I'm saying,
I'm trying,
Key:
B
A
C
D
Bb
B
A
C
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_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
[N] _ _ _ I never must have planned it anyway, said I only wanted well-behaved boys,
but I think I'd rather make a phone call to Das fucking Joy,
fuck em, just had to make my stand against what I feel is wrong with this land.
Just sit there on their rutherfed ass, bleeding off the sweat of their sputunate [A] glass,
with their fucking power cut their fingers on a band,
cocked on shot, run, let it be put on,
put a ferry out and pick the rock head of a gun,
put in a spare farce, get the fucking fun,
[B] see you in the [C] swaddle, [B] go out in a front yard,
see you in a [C] machine gun, [B] looking on the face,
fighting the [C] answer to your [B] rutherfed bones,
got a fucking [C] gun, a gun, [B] a bullet, can't [A] take it,
they can't make it, some don't swear to speak,
some don't call up, never leave till they hear they leave,
the government will chase you down, from its own lap,
big and emotional, shining on the door,
might dynamite, but might [N] also need to muck,
and the shit that I get, shit that I get, shit that I get, shit that I get,
shit that I get, shit that I get, shit that I get, shit that I get,
the big shit, is wrapping up the war,
and I'm about to come up and I'm gonna fucking [A] die,
_ _ [D] _
[A] _ _ _ _ I'm just a say a stupid, [D] say a stupid [A] thing,
and I ain't here to rush you, but I'm a man,
trying to fucking live, when you're [D] cringing from the [A] sea,
so I'm here to do it, keep my life clean,
[B] who's a [C] liar, [B] who's fucking [A] lying,
[G] who the [C] fuck am I [Abm] talking [Gbm] to,
[B] who's a [C] liar, [B] who's fucking lying,
trying to walk dead, [C] you know [B] I'm there,
[A] and it's just [B] not right,
[C] [N] everywhere, school, army, church,
got my life to deal,
[A] but some reality, [D] might serve me up,
[A] fucking conspiracy, I'm talking through the roof,
go away from me, say the fucking words,
I'm not ready to live up there,
I'm from the south, I don't know what I'm saying,
I'm trying,
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
[N] _ _ _ I never must have planned it anyway, said I only wanted well-behaved boys,
but I think I'd rather make a phone call to Das fucking Joy,
fuck em, just had to make my stand against what I feel is wrong with this land.
Just sit there on their rutherfed ass, bleeding off the sweat of their sputunate [A] glass,
with their fucking power cut their fingers on a band,
cocked on shot, run, let it be put on,
put a ferry out and pick the rock head of a gun,
put in a spare farce, get the fucking fun,
[B] see you in the [C] swaddle, [B] go out in a front yard,
see you in a [C] machine gun, [B] looking on the face,
fighting the [C] answer to your [B] rutherfed bones,
got a fucking [C] gun, a gun, [B] a bullet, can't [A] take it,
they can't make it, some don't swear to speak,
some don't call up, never leave till they hear they leave,
the government will chase you down, from its own lap,
big and emotional, shining on the door,
might dynamite, but might [N] also need to muck,
and the shit that I get, shit that I get, shit that I get, shit that I get,
shit that I get, shit that I get, shit that I get, shit that I get,
the big shit, is wrapping up the war,
and I'm about to come up and I'm gonna fucking [A] die,
_ _ [D] _
[A] _ _ _ _ I'm just a say a stupid, [D] say a stupid [A] thing,
and I ain't here to rush you, but I'm a man,
trying to fucking live, when you're [D] cringing from the [A] sea,
so I'm here to do it, keep my life clean,
[B] who's a [C] liar, [B] who's fucking [A] lying,
[G] who the [C] fuck am I [Abm] talking [Gbm] to,
[B] who's a [C] liar, [B] who's fucking lying,
trying to walk dead, [C] you know [B] I'm there,
[A] and it's just [B] not right,
[C] [N] everywhere, school, army, church,
got my life to deal,
[A] but some reality, [D] might serve me up,
[A] fucking conspiracy, I'm talking through the roof,
go away from me, say the fucking words,
I'm not ready to live up there,
I'm from the south, I don't know what I'm saying,
I'm trying,
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