The Front Bottoms

The Front Bottoms

The Plan Fuck Jobs
Composição de (Brian Sella)
Verse 

          C                             F 
I fucking hate the comments, why do you feel that you have to talk? 
       C                                    F 
Nobody asked for you opinion, your sick sad way of jerking off 
     G                                          F 
Everyone you think you’re better than, what the fuck I'm guilty too 
         G                                  F 
Half the time that I'm complaining I'm just talking shit on you. 

I’m sorry 


Interlude 


C F Am G x 2  
C F Am G (Half Time) 


Verse 


           C                              F       
Never underestimate the poor, hungry, and desperate 
             C                                  F 
My body is a temple, How much you think I could get for it 
                     G                           F 
and I will take cold showers from now on until I learn 
                       G                             F 
that once you fuck the fire all that’s left to do is burn, baby burn, baby burn 

Interlude 

C F Am G x 2 

F 


Verse 

        F                        G                        
I could feel myself falling from an airplane 
       C                      Am 
I hear static when I close my eyes 
    F                    G  
I imagine one day things settling  
      C                              Am 
and I think about what that might be like 

          F           G 
'cause I love you, I miss you           (When my mind is uncertain my body decides) 
   C              Am 
I want to hug and kiss you              (what it will do to get through the hell of night) 
      F           G 
Oh, I love you, I miss you              (As I trip on the ocean that leads through your eyes) 
   C              Am 
I want to hug and kiss you 


Its alright. 
    

Interlude 
C F Am G 

                  C                         F 
I want world domination just like everybody else 
                          C                        F 
so if you hear me talking strategy, ah its only to myself 
                          G                                       F 
Everybody’s got to have a game plan, cut it up a couple different ways 
                   G                                F 
just hope no one remembers these, the darkest of my days 

Interlude 


C F Am Em (x3) 

        C                     F 
When my mind is uncertain, my body decides 
        Am                    Em  
When my mind is uncertain, my body decides    (x4)

Enviado por: Amanda Claudino

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