Social Disease

D D7 My bulldog is barking in the backyard G7 E Enough to raise a dead man from his grave D B7 And I can't concentrate on what I'm doing E A Asus4 Disturbance going to crucify my days D D7 And the days they get longer and longer G7 E And the nightime is a time of little use D B7 For I just get ugly and older E A7 D I get juiced on Mateus and just hang loose Bm G7 And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning Bm G7 I get bombed for dinnertime and tea D A G7 I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time D A7 D G D I'm a genuine example,, of a social disease D D7 My landlady lives in a caravan G7 E Well that is when she isn't in my arms D B7 And it seems I pay the rent in human kindness E A Asus4 But my liquor also helps to grease her palm D D7 And the ladies are all getting wrinkles G7 E And they're falling apart at the seams D B7 Well I just get high on tequila E A7 D And see visions of vineyards in my dreams Bm G7 And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning Bm G7 I get bombed for dinnertime and tea D A G7 I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time D A7 D G D I'm a genuine example,,, of a social disease D D7 And the ladies are all getting wrinkles G7 E And they're falling apart at the seams D B7 Well I just get high on tequila E A7 D And see visions of vineyards in my dreams Bm G7 And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning Bm G7 I get bombed for dinner time and tea D A G7 I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a hart of gold D A7 D G D I'm a genuine example ,,, a social disease of