A Most Disgusting Song Chords by Rodriguez

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