Chords for grandson - Oh No!!! (Lyrics)

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_ _ [E] _ I'm getting high again, take [C] another hit to the diaphragm.
I never drew the diagram, how to deal with this shit so I [D] still deny again.
[E] Whoa, you're my dream, you're my nightmare.
Life is a bitch, you don't fight [N] fair.
Leave me right there.
[D] I was hoping that you'd notice my despair.
Run away from the pain, I don't care.
_ First day [Dm] in, the sight of violence, turn around and bend.
[D] Day in, fight the [Dm] silence, [Gm] burn it down and I think [Dm] I need some guidance.
[D] Pigs don't spin sets, and all the kids don't stay [F] the same. _
[D] Old man, trouble back again, fucking up my plans like oh no, oh no.
I'm back to the black again, getting fucked up again, oh [Bb] no, oh [D] no.
Old man, trouble back again, thought I had the upper hand, oh no, oh no.
I'm back to the black again, getting fucked up [Bb] again, oh [N] no, oh no.
This cycle is [C] repetitive, sex, rock and roll, sedatives, degenerates.
Need [D] medicine, spend money for the hell of it.
I don't give a fuck what they selling like I'm celibate, no.
And I know I'm a piece of shit, so to learn by now, please [C] need it quick or [D] appeasable.
In school, they ain't teaching it, each of us trying to find release, but it's too slow.
_ First, they incite the violence, turn around.
Then, they invite the silence, [G] burn it down.
[D] I think [Dm] I need some guidance, [Gm] the kids [D] don't spin sets.
_ _ [Bb] _ [Am] _
[D] Old man, trouble back again, fucking up my plans like oh no, oh no.
I'm back to the black again, getting fucked up again, oh [Bb] no, [G] oh [D] no.
Old man, trouble back again, thought I had the upper hand, oh no, oh no.
I'm back to the black again, getting fucked up again, oh [D] no, oh no.
Enough of white drink, smoke, whatever you selling, I'm a sick joke.
[Eb] My president's a felon [D] and I can't cope.
I'm in love with the pain, so I stick, poke with my kin, folk.
Give me drink, smoke, whatever you selling, I'm a sick joke.
My president's a felon and I can't cope.
I'm in love with the pain, we taking on the sick and present, folk. _
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Old man, trouble back again, fucking up my plans like oh no, oh no.
I'm back to the black again, getting fucked up [E] again, oh no, oh [D] no.
Old man, trouble back again, thought I had the upper hand, oh no, oh no.
I'm back to the black again, getting fucked up again, oh no, oh