Fine Art Of Failure

A E7 A Kickin' back in local time A Got the wheels off the trailer and it's finaly mine A Wire coat hanger on the TV set A Stacked up on the other 'cause it's finally dead G D/F# A Dead broke, no job, no joke G D/F# A No drive, no wheels, no smokes A My old lady found a better life A Packed up, shipped out, she's someone else's wife A He's an old ditch digger from the county morgue A And he's pushing amphetamines on the side G D/F# A All cash, no tax, no couth G D/F# A Beer gut, long hair, one tooth D A The fine art of failure, it ain't just a choice to choose D E7 G D/F# A E7 Carvin' out a place at rock bottom it's a, creative way to lose A Well I'm watching Judge Judy just the other day A A lawyer came on said someone else should pay A That someone is responsible for my big ass A Now Burger King is paying me a load of cash G D/F# A New car, new shoes, new vest G D/F# A Double wide, new suit, who's next D A The fine art of failure, it ain't just a choice to choose D E7 G D/F# A E7 Carvin' out a place at rock bottom it's a, creative way to lose D A The fine art of failure, it ain't just buying sheap booze D E7 G D/F# A Drinking it up first thing in the morning, it's a creative way to lose