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G Gm G Gm G Gm A B C (3x) G Gm G Gm I ain't blue yet hell I ain't even sick G Gm A B C But this big ol' bark sure sounds worse than its stink G Gm G Gm Thick like dipsticks and white as a sheet G Gm A B C But for a pile of trash I sure smell sweet D Can in a bag for just $2.35 E Nobody looks you straight in the eye G Drop like butter to the floor just let me lie? G A Drop like butter, just let me fry G Gm G Gm G Gm A B C (2x) G Gm G Gm Been digging holes like I'm in need of work G Gm A B C I can't sit for a minute just dry my shirt G Gm G Gm This city's been sucking on me like a cheap cigarette G Gm A B C It's drunk my drinks and cashed my bets D Can in a bag for just $2.35 E Nobody looks you straight in the eye G Drop like butter to the floor just let me lie? G A Drop like butter, just let me fry....ah...YEAH G Gm G Gm G Gm A B C G Gm G Gm Drop like butter to the floor just let me lie? G Gm A B C Drop like butter, just let me fry G Gm Junk, Junk, Junk, Junk G Gm Junk, Junk, Junk, Junk G Gm A B C Sure smell sweet for junk G Gm Junk, Junk, Junk, Junk G Gm Junk, Junk, Junk, Junk G Gm A B C A B C A B C A B C G Sure smell sweet for junk 2. THE CREAM & THE CROCK G Em G Em Took a drag from something I don't even smoke G Em G Em And a line from something that some other guy wrote G Em G Em Now it's red wine for headline somebody's pulling favours by phone G Em C Is it really so bad or you just want some place to go? G Em G Em Give me noise and the sound of hearts breaking in songs G Em G Em Give them profiles and a voice which shows which country you're from G Em G Em Meanwhile, I was there thinking G Em C Is it really that bad or you just want some place to go? G Em Hey, before you leave us by the side of the road D C I want to tell you 'bout the little I know B A# A It's the cream, it's a crock G Em G Em Pick it up and spill your guts to someone who knows G Em G Em I'll suck you up like a Kleenex and leave the mess in the back of my throat G Em G Em Meanwhile, I was there thinking G Em C Is it really so bad or you just want some place to go? G Em Hey, before you leave us by the side of the road D C I want to tell you 'bout the little I know B A# A It's the cream, it's a crock (Oh Rusty, let it rock) G E F (3x) C A Am11 A G Em (4x) C G Em Hey, before you leave us by the side of the road D C I want to tell you 'bout the little I know B A# A It's the cream, it's a crock G Em Hey, we're sitting in the middle of the road D C I want to tell you 'bout the little I know B A# A G Em G It's the cream, it's a crock Oh, let it rock 3. WHAT I DON'T KNOW 'BOUT YOU D Em7 Em This whole day was useless G Em7 D Next one's gonna be worse D Em7 Em 'cause I'm wearing this badge of fortune like G Em7 D A criminals wears a curse Em7 Bm11 Em G I want to chase that rabbit right off the rails G Em7 D And rip this metal keeping my mouth in check Em7 Bm11 Em G But I need that muzzle like a razor and a stubble G Em7 D Cuttin all this history from my neck D Em7 Em Do you remember the gear I first saw you in G Em7 D Eating Mexican in '92? D Em7 G In between your folks and a birthday toast G Em7 D It was black from your fringe to your shoes Em7 Bm11 Em G I'm picking apples out of paintings G Em7 D And making record covers in the sky Em7 Bm11 Em G I missed my boat sitting here imagining G Em D D# E Your face when you cry Em G D Don't be cruel, come on be sugar in my tooth Em7 D I think I like what I don't know about you D Em7 Em This whole day threw up some tickets G Em7 D None I'd ever choose D Em7 Em The sky's so heavy it hangs like a beer gut G Em7 D Spilling stuff on my shoes Em7 Bm11 Em G Don't get me wrong, I ain't complaining G Em7 D I still got my legs like an old Christmas tree Em7 Bm11 Em G But if I got faith why am I so scared G Em D D# E Everybody's dying on me Em G D Don't be cruel, come on be sugar in my tooth Em7 I think I like what I don't know about you Em G D Don't be cruel, come on be champagne in my shoe Em7 D I think I like what I don't know about you D Em7 Em G Em7 D (2x) Em7 Bm11 Em G Fish and chips stall down the south coast ready G Em7 D I can show you what I'm worth Em7 Bm11 Em D So set me up a bottle and salt and vinegar G Em D If you get there first G Em D D# E I said if you get there first Em G D Don't be cruel, come on be sugar in my tooth Em7 Em I think I like what I don't know about you Em G D Don't be cruel, come on be champagne in my shoe Em7 D I think I like what I don't know about you D D2-D-D4-D D2-D-D4-D G-F#-E D 4. FIFTEEN G G G F# E F F# Bb (3x) G Cm Am Cm Hate your friends cos they're the only ones that make you want to die G Cm Am Cm And they make their scene the prison queen, they'll never get it right G C Cm G E The mirror on the living room wall aint been too kind since you hit grade four Am D G E But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight Am D Just put your things away, you know its just not your time. G G G F# E F F# Bb (3x) G Cm Am Cm He's the boy you got and here's the ticket stub that never won a prize G Cm Am Cm And and there's no hard sell cos he's got a face come straight from a fight G C Cm G E But he answers we he calls and he's under six feet tall Am D G E But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight Am D Just put your things away, you know its just not your time. G G G F# E F F# Bb (3x) Em Em A A He's big and dumb like a dagwood dog. Cm Cm G F# His jeans never fit quite right Em Em But there's a razor blade cut A A D C B Bb I feel it in your gut takes aint no ready stars and G Cm Am Cm Hate your friends cos they're the only ones that make you want to die. G Cm Am Cm And they make their scene the prison queen, they'll never get it right G C Cm G E The ones who shine so bright are made of broke come Friday night. Am D G E But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight Am D Just put your things away, you know its just not your... Em Em A A He's big and dumb like a dagwood dog. Cm Cm G F# His jeans never fit quite right Em Em But there's a razor blade cut A A D C B Bb G E I feel it in your gut takes aint no ready stars and Am D G E But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight Am D G E Just put your things away, you know its just not your time. Am D That's the way we're gonna get it right. G G G F# E F F# Bb (3x) G G 5. TOP OF THE MORN, SLIP OF THE DAY D G Em A (2x) C B A C D A D G A I shuffle 'round the Earth like a ping pong G A To find something just to hang my hat on G A F#m Em And somewhere just to let my pants get dry. G A Heard a trucker on a pay phone gas mall G A sort his deal out with a twenty five cent call G A F#m E Shooting through before his see-through coffee went cold E A And it sure did seem a good deal to me Em A But my head's too soaked in Brilliantine E A D So just take me out, alright! G A I've brushed over stations and channels G A and combed the town in corduroy and flannel G A F#m Only know who you are when you move and who you're with when you're alone. E That's all I know E A And it sure did seem a good deal to me Em A But my head's too soaked in Brilliantine E A D So just take me out, alright! E A And top of the morn and slip of the day Em A Just don't sleep good since I been away. E A D So here's to you, alright! D G I think I've figured out a way to get by C B A I'll leave your brain out sitting on a shelf. D G I think I figured out a cracking good way to get by C B A D So kick me out, I'm going west, bye bye Intrumental Em A (3x) D G Em A (2x) E A And it sure did seem a good deal to me Em A But my head's too soaked in Brilliantine E A D So just take me out, alright! E A And top of the morn and slip of the day Em A Just don't sleep good since I been away. E A D So here's to you, alright! Intrumental D G Em A (2x) C A Walk stupid like an expectant dad C A waiting for your hand like I'm waiting for skylab C B A D So kick me out, I'm going west, alright 6. BILLY B B B B B B D A B B A B (8x) B B B B He's the man without a plan B B B B To shake it up and set you down again B B B B A Bo Diddely walk no more running round the block B B B 17 watts is all of what he's got G E Take me out and mess me 'round G E Don't want style without a sound. D G It ain't clean but dig the scene B A And I heard the message now the message is mine. N.C B B (4x) B B B B I heard the man he brought the news B B B B He came in loud and out of tune B B B B Now asleep like a bus conductor dribble like a dog. B B B Double timing scratch to the sound I'm thinking of G E Take me out and mess me 'round G E Don't want style without a sound. D G It ain't clean but dig the scene B A And I heard the message now the message is mine. B A I heard the message, now the message (come on Timmy!) N.C. B B (8x) G E All night just be there G E D G Don't make sense you think I care? B A I heard the message, the message is mine B A I heard the message, the message is mine B A I heard the message, the message is mine! N.C A B B A B (3x) B B B B B B 7. COME HOME WIT' ME A D A Dm A E A C# Do you really wanna come out tonight with me? F# F Did you just wanna go where everybody else goes? A Now I don't need to read your mind C# To see or hear that you ain't mine F# Is it just one of us F Who's gonna take that last late night bus? A Dm Come home A Dm Come home with me A E Come home with me A Your words will always stump me when C# I just need something right F# I wanna kiss you as the sun comes up F And turns out Friday night A I got a good mind to C# Get right down to F# F Forget the way I sweat when You're walking through my mind A Dm Come home A Dm Come home with me A Dm Come home with me A E Come home with me F F F F F F F F I know that I should be ashamed G# G# G# G# G# G# G# G# To see you off on your way again C C7 And I've heard every excuse before F F F F F F F F But you're just too much for me to lose G# G# G# G# Help me girl G# G# G# G# G E Stop looking so good A C# F# F (2x) A Dm Come home A Dm Come home with me A Dm A Dm Come home with me (no, I don't wanna talk!) A Dm Come home A Dm Come home with me A Dm Come home with me A Dm Come on girl! A A G# G F Come home A A G# G F Come home with me A A G# G F Come home with me A E A7 Yeah come on girl! 8. HEAVY HEART C E Am G D F Fm C E7 Been watching so much TV F I'm thinner than I should be I'm like a waterlogged ball G# That no-one wants to kick around anymore C E7 An all day morning hair-do F That no comb can get through It's all granola and beer Fm A calling card and a silk cut souvenir C E7 F I miss you like sleep C E D7 And there's nothing romantic about the hours I keep C E7 F The morning when it starts Fm I don't look so sharp now I got a heavy heart C E7 I talk a lot about football F And girls I kissed in Grade 4 I piss off my friends G# And digging a hole just staring at the floor C E7 Every T'shirt's got a wine stain F I'm loving cigarettes again Fm I know every tune about guys and girls and hurts and hearts and moans C E7 F I miss you like sleep C E D7 And there's nothing romantic about the hours I keep C E7 F The morning when it starts Fm I don't look so good C Now I got a heavy heart D7 It's just a low rent paying Fm Palpitating Bb C B Pulp inside my shirt D7 But there's a weight that's sitting Fm So hard God it hurts C E7 F F C E7 F F G C E7 They're watching so much TV F I'm thinner than I should be I'm like a waterlogged ball G# That no-one wants to kick around anymore C E F I miss you like sleep C E D7 And there's nothing romantic about the hours I keep C E F The morning when it starts Fm G C Oh-Oh my heavy heart 9. RUMBLE B A D A A# (3x) B7 B7 B7 E7 (2x) B7 E7 Got a new haircut B7 E7 It cost me just six bucks B7 E7 Filled a plastic bag with the stuff I need in a big dumb car I'm off my knees G F# B7 E7 B7 E7 Fill it up and make me start again B7 E7 Ooh it's the rumble and moan B7 E7 Transistor AM cassette drone B7 E7 It's the sound without a home address and hydromatic hopelessness G F# B7 Fill it up and start over again G F# C# E Yeah fill it up and start over again and again...all night! B A R. A D I. O. D A A# Hit me hard and hit me low B A D A A# Static engine blow the scene, rumble in the old machine B A R. A D I. O. D A A# Ah, hit me just like Lionel Rose B A D G F# R. A D I. O. N.C. B7 B7 B7 E7 (2x) B7 E7 I heard stomach and soul B7 E7 A rumble underneath my toes E7 E7 And it didn't come with a clear face, designer punk or daily rate G F# B7 Fill it up and make it start again G F# C# E Yeah fill it up and start over again and again...all night! B A R. A D I. O. D A A# Hit me hard and hit me low B A D A A# Static engine blow the scene, rumble in the old machine B A R. A D I. O. D A A# Ah, hit me just like Lionel Rose B A R. A D I. O. D A A# A rumble in the old machine B A R. A D I. O. D A A# A rumble in the old machine B A R. A D I. O. D A A# Yeah, a rumble in the old machine B A R. A D I. O. D A A# A rumble in the old machine B A Ronnie James D I. O. D Fell down like Bocephus under all the noise and grease G Automatic mono-style rip me up, monkey style B E (3x) B D 10. GUYS, GIRLS GUITARS G D G There's a guy singing in the edge of the room Em C7 Making sounds through a face like a prune Em A7 He's got them fancy checkered pants and a chip in his tooth Cm Oh yeah, yeah, yeah G D G Suffocating from patchouli and smoke Em C7 Here's the fifty-first song that he wrote Em A7 About the girl who split fifty weeks ago Cm Oh no, yeah, yeah, yeah C G And there's a weight heavy down there on his shoulder D# C The patented moves growing colder, D# C Cm The seventh chord just keeps getting older G D G Em C7 Oh my soul, just hit me if I get on a roll, Em A7 But this all sounded so good in the bedroom cold Cm Oh yeah, yeah, yeah G D G But its only a 2 am tune Em C7 With a bridge that was lifted from "My Aim Is True" Em A7 From the setlist drink to the practice room Cm Oh yeah, yeah, yeah. C G But there's a weight heavy down there on his shoulder C G And there's a weight heavy down there on his shoulder D# C The patented moves growing colder, D# C Cm The seventh chord just keeps getting older B C And he knows just as sure as this microphone stinks A7 D G D G There's a change coming through and he ain't going home alone tonight G D G Em C7 E A7 Cm C G And there's a weight heavy down there on his shoulder D# C The seventh chord just keeps getting older D# C Cm Is it me or is the room getting colder G Em Oh, we're going down, but don't it sound sweet C7 Feel the dust building up at our feet Cm G The seventh chord just keeps getting older Em Oh, we're going down, but don't it sound sweet C7 Feel the dust building up at our feet Cm G The seventh chord just keeps getting older 11. PLANS Dm (2x) D A Brush your hair to some Eurodisco trash F#m F Two prophelactics and forty-five dollars cash Em A Corduroy jacket and some fifty buck shoes Em A That can lead like a lamp when they're a scrubbing up new D A Sunday best on a Friday night alright F#m F I'll meet you at the corner beneath the Goodyear foot sign Em A Where all dates are made by mobile Em A I'll send you a smoke signal you'll be there by nine Em A This smoke, I left it for you Em A D C# B To show Mum and Dad your new tattoo alright. F Em A So they're my plans, how'd they fit with you? D A There's a streetlight for each night your heart hit the deck F#m F This drink says I love you, this drink says I couldn't care less E A Kiss me so I know I'm alive Em A The drinks taste crap but they keep coming 'til five D A Numbers on the wall, I got my ears like a shell F#m F The phone stinks of chips, cheap wine, mouthwash and gel Em A C'mon we'll drink the last of the rent Em A And I'll leave my number right down on the strap of your dress Em A And it's late, and she's Sue Em A D C# B Cos I read it on the back of her boyfriends neck alright F Em So they're my plans, how'd they fit with you? Dm (2x) D A F# F E A Em A (2x) Pre-Chorus 3 Em A It's late and she's Sue Em A D C# B Show mum and dad your new tattoo alright! F Em A So they're my plans, how'd they fit with you? F Em A Yeah, I had a plan, but how'd it fit with you? F Em A That's all I got, but how'd it fit with you? F Em D Yeah, yeah, yeah 12...AND VANDALISM D E7 G Gm A D Em7 D I know this guy, if I'm the mayonnaise he's the cream D Am G Some sit and wait for the ride while others become the scene Em7 G And he can see a Wednesday morning like others see Friday night Em7 A7 D It's all an open book, it's just how you vandalise D Em7 D A double stitch on the shirttail while the rest of us split on the seams Am He talks about Art Blakey and I pretend to know what he means G Em7 G So now it's three gigs a night while your girl digs up the UAE Em7 A7 And burn up like a matchstick, the whole damn city can see. D Am Em7 A7 D Em7 D The sun caught me hiding just enough for someone to see Am My heart in my hands, the tracks of my glands are cracking through the grit in my teeth G Em7 G So when did you decide that there's only so much you can lose? Em A D The best choice comes just when there's nothing left to choose D Do do do do do do Am Do do do do do do Em7 A7 Do do do do do do D Do do do do do do Am Do do do do do do Em7 A7 Do do do do do do Bm E7 So you blow up letterboxes and chlorine bombs G Gm Bm 'cause it's a weekend blitz on the dicks who just can't whistle the tune E7 G Gm Yeah and hit while I sit here on my hands measuring compliments with a spoon Bm E7 G Gm And I'm never too far away D Em7 D I know this guy, if I'm the mayonnaise he's the cream D Am D Some sit and wait for the ride while others become the scene D Do do do do do do Am Do do do do do do Em7 A7 Do do do do do do D Do do do do do do Am Do do do do do do Em7 A7 Do do do do do do Instr Outro D Am Em7 A7 (2x)