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Bad Apples

Ano: 1991 - Album: Use Your Illusion I

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	  Intro: E7/9

     A7
   Diamonds and fast cars
   Money to burn
   I got my head in the clouds
   I got these thoughts to churn
   Got my feet in the sand
   I got a house on the hill
   I got a headache like a mother
   Twice the price of my thrills

               E7
   And it's a cold day it's a continental drift
   I said this traffic is hell
   Can you give me a lift
   And I'll try to paint a story
   Got your pictures to tell
   Yeah, you got to make a living
   With what you bring yourself to sell

        A7
   I got some genuine
   Imitation
   Bad apples
   Free sample
   For your peace of mind
   Only $9,95

             E7
   I got my camera back from customs
   Got my law fees up to date
   Hell they must seen me comin'
   Ain't this life so fuckin' great

             D
   When the shit hit the fan

       A
   It was all I could stand

       E
   Yeah, well I'm a frequent flyer

       D
   My body's breathing while it can

        A                            E
   But what I don't understand is that
   My world ain't getting no brighter

          D
   If i could touch the sky

           A
   Well I would float on by

        E
   While everybody's talkin'
   Hell I'm just another guy

          D
   If it were up to me

            A
   I'd say just leave me be

            B
   Why let one bad apple

                             A7
   Spoil the whole damn bunch

       A7
   Gold and caviar
   Now whyn't you pour my apathy
   I'd have all my bases covered
   If I could teach my hands to see

                  E7
   But now we're down in the deep end
   Where they'd love to watch you drown
   I said your laundry could use washing
   Will hang it up all over town
   I said Hollywood's like a dryer
   And we're down on Sunset Strip
   And you'll be suckin' down the clorox
   'Til your life's all nice and crisp

             D
   When the shit hit the fan

       A
   It was all I could stand

       E
   Yeah, well I'm a frequent flyer

       D
   My body's breathing while it can

        A                            E
   But what I don't understand is that
   My world ain't getting no brighter

          D
   If i could touch the sky

           A
   Well I would float on by

        E
   While everybody's talkin'
   Hell I'm just another guy

          D
   If it were up to me

            A
   I'd say just leave me be

            B
   Why let one bad apple

                             E7 G E7 G E7 G A B  
   Spoil the whole damn bunch

             D
   When the shit hit the fan

       A
   It was all I could stand

       E
   Yeah, well I'm a frequent flyer

       D
   My body's breathing while it can

        A                            E
   But what I don't understand is that
   My world ain't getting no brighter

          D
   If i could touch the sky

           A
   Well I would float on by

        E
   While everybody's talkin'
   Hell I'm just another guy

          D
   If it were up to me

            A
   I'd say just leave me be

            B
   Why let one bad apple

                             A
   Spoil the whole damn bunch

     E    E7/9
   Boy!!!
	  

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