Politics Of Holy Shit I Just Cut My Hand On A Broken Bottle (Studio Version) Chords

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[F] _ _ [C] He talks [G] about nothing, [E] using too [Fm] many [C] words.
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[Fm] _ _ [C] He talks [G] revolution [E] _
[Fm] for an hour [C] without using [G] [E] any verbs.
[Fm] _ _ [C] _ [G] She acts of [Em] rage, which is most [F] of her [C] problem.
In love with [G] everyone [E] until she wakes [Fm] up tomorrow.
[C] _ [G] Another [E] Saturday night.
[F] _ _ [C] Another [G] fucking [E] shitty [Fm] Saturday night.
[C] I'm spinning in [Em] the next room.
[F] Blurring along to my [G] isolation at the top [C] of my lung.
I'm sitting [Em] here next to you, [F] sore throat from jokes [G] about all the dumbest things [C] I've done.
[Am] I don't wanna [F] be [G] anywhere [C] at all.
[Am] Here or at [F] my house, [G] kicking at the [C] wall.
If [Am] home is where [F] the [G] heart is, [C] then I live in [Am] my upper [F] [G] chest.
_ _ [C] _ I'm gonna [G] drink until [D] these tears _ [Am] start to taste like the [C] cheap beer.
I'm gonna [G] drink tonight until [D] these tears [Am] start to taste like the [C] cheap beer.
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[F] _ _ [C] The [G] bottles are stacked [E] like they show [Fm] how we're [C] different.
[G] And _ [E] _ _
[Fm] _ [C] that maybe if we were sober, [F] we [C] could [G] explain what this [Em] all meant.
[F] _ [Cm] But [G] pints of vodka, [E] no right [F] poetry.
[Cm] You can't [G] rearrange, crotch [E] pills into [F] melodies.
_ [C] _ But I swear to fuck, that a brick through a [Fm] broken Starbucks window [C] means more.
And I swear to fuck that we'd find more systems [Fm] when we're passed [C] out on the floor.
[G] Than the worst [E] of [F] Kropotkin ever [C] could.
Than all the worst of Karl Marx ever [F]
fucking [C] could.
I'm puking in the [E] next room.
Sorry [F] about the carpet, [G] clean it up or your mom will be [C] mad.
I'm pretending [Em] that I'm too good for you.
So [F] you can't see the [G] worthless, pathetic person [C] I am.
_ [Am] Better to seem like an [F] asshole than what [G] you are.
_ [C] _ _ [B] The [Am] [Eb] billionth teenage boy [F] with social [G] problems to play the guitar.
_ [C] I'm [Am] not sure what I [F] want [G] you to say to me.
[C] But [Am] I know the look on your [F] face [G]
that I [C] want to see.
[Am] If hope is where the [F] heart [G]
is, [C] then [Am] mine is the _ [F] cigarette.
[G] _
_ _ [C] _ I'm gonna [G] drink until [D] these tears start [Am] to taste like the [C] cheap beer.
I'm gonna [G] drink tonight [Fm] until [D] these tears [N] _ start [Am] to taste like the [C] cheap [G] beer.
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_ _ I'm not [G] you and [E] that's good [F] enough for [C] me.
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[Fm] _ _ [C] The only [G] word [E] that I [Fm] use is fuck [C] so you can [G] forget the [E] dictionary.
[F] _ _ [C] _ [G] I can't [E] tell what [F] question you're [C] asking.
[G] I don't [E] care, cause now [F] it's my [C] answer.
_ Another Saturday [Em]
night.
_ _ [C] Against [G] everything [E] on a Saturday [F] night.
[C] I'm bleeding in the [Em] next room.
Let [F] it happen cause maybe [G] the blood loss will add to [C] my high.
I'm here [E] beating up on you.
[F] Cause I'm just drunk enough [G] to be sure that I'm ready [C] to die.
[Am] I don't care [F] that you don't [G] care that I [C] don't care.
[Am] The only card [Fm] game I know [C] is strip _ solitaire.
[Am] If hope is where the heart [G] is, [C] then I [Am] got evicted [F]
this [G] week.
_ [C] _ _ I'm [G] gonna drink until [D] these tears _ [Am] start to taste like the cheap [C] beer.
I'm [G] gonna drink tonight until [D] these tears [Am] start to taste like the cheap [C] beer.
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