Chords for Darby Crashing Your Party

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_ [G] _ _ Been from the bar, and far [Eb] from the club, and clubbed by the cop, for copping [Bb] some drugs.
Drugged down the street, by his [F] self-refuse, a candy man hanging [Ebm] from himself.
[G] By nuisance in public, [Eb] with pennies and [Bb] flotties, not like the fever [F] of Harriet and Osby.
[G] _ Sebastian's son, [Eb] a big Colonel [F] Kurtz, Lucille Ballbuster, [Bb] crystal [F] meth, full [G] myrth.
I wasn't born this way, I was raised, [Eb] _ not by wolves, but by Jews, I was [Bb] gilded at his.
A middle-class, Croatian, lower-class whore, a Beverly Hillbilly, killed [Gm] off the floor.
[G] The erratic, irreverent, [Eb] reverend that reeks, _ havoc and wreckage whenever [Bb] he speaks.
I'm not the first on your last [F] second shot, a film about rape, [Gb] robbing [G] without a plot.
_ [Eb] Throwing a party, a [Bb] bargain crash it, my [F] gap in sensibility's [G] delphine, I smash it.
I'll find [Eb] the shit-spirit in your [F] pillowcase.
I'm [Bb] not the tempting, [A] I'm the [G] outburst.
Grimping and cursing, he sings in [C] the third [Eb] person, and then, _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] I'll catch myself and start singing about [F] me again. _ _ _ _ _
_ [Gm] Because [G] of your hair lift, I shaved your mustache.
[Eb] Your daughter party has just been derby crap.
[Bb] I'm as bad as Christ, the unoriginal fit, [F] the ten months of relative Johnny Rotten.
[G] _ _ I [Eb] am the victim in [F] victimless crimes, painting the town red [G] between the lines.
Losing [Eb] is delightful when you [Bb] are win-win, that's [C] why I push my [Bb] chips, chi-chi, [G] all in. _ _ _ _ _
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