Arrogant Sons Of Bitches

Arrogant Sons Of Bitches

Kill The President (acoustic)
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Intro: Cadd4 C (6x) 

Cadd4               C   
What's the bullshit for? 

Cadd4                            C   
Verbal battlefield. Syllables of war. 

C 
I shut myself off. It happens again. 

C                                           G F# 
You're not my friend. You're not my friend. 


You're not my friend. 

C G A F (2x) 



switch to barre chords 

C                          G                   A 
The winter knocked down my door like a selfish bitch 

              F                          C 
I'm glad that you haven't got your  wish 

                  G 
in the cold, all alone, I've been thinking of 

A            F 
everyone but you. 

       C 
And it feels like seventh grade again 

    G 
and none of this will ever end 

    A 
I'm just your public malcontent 

 F 
another extraneous trend. 

      C 
Don't try to be like me  

            G 
because I'm not one to compete  

     A                              F 
to obtain the status of a symbol of idolatry. 



[Refrão]
A F C This time I'd really rather be alone. G Can we forget this? I can just go home. A F F G This time I'd really rather be alone. C G A Acting unaffected by this hand of fate. F C Saying "everything's ok!" with a straight face. G A F G I remember when you said I could count on your for anything. C ...and I still hold on. G You'll hold off and play another dumb charade again. A F I'm driving my car home and never walking in the rain again. C G I miss the smell of Taco Bell and places that we knew too well. F Driving me crazy. Driving me crazy. Driving me crazy. F Driving me crazy!
[Refrão]
A F C This time I'd really rather be alone. A Can we forget this mess and just go home? A F G G# This time I'd really rather be alone. A G F A I'm bleeding profusely from my insides C Em G A While you're smiling 'cause you're stealing all of my best lines. G F G I'm doubled over and I'm taking my own side. C Em G Over and over again. I'm so useless. Em A G F Em Now you're becoming everything. Dm Em F (Well was I ever anything?) C Em G Everyone I love always leaves me. Em A G F Em My judgment's been off every time. Dm Em F (You're words will always still be mine)
[Refrão]
A F C This time I'd really rather be alone. G Can we forget this? I could just go home. A F G G# This time I'd really rather be alone. A G F A I'm bleeding profusely from my insides C Em G A While you're smiling 'cause you're stealing all of my best lines. G F G I'm doubled over and I'm taking my own side. Ska upstrokes pattern here C G A And how I'll be slapped on crowded streets. Em Dm And in some lame cry of defeat Em I'll open up Dm I'll shout it loud: G C "Fuck that! Turn off the new sound!" G A I'll be slapped on crowded streets. Em Dm And in some lame cry of defeat Em I'll open up Dm I'll shout it loud: Em F Dm "Fuck that! Turn off the new sound! Fuck that!" Em C Dm "Fuck that! Turn off the new sound! Fuck that!" Em F G "Fuck that! Turn off the new sound!"
[Refrão]
C Em G Over and over again. I'm so useless. Em A G F Em Now you're becoming everything. Dm Em F (Well was I ever anything?) C Em G Everyone I love always hates me. Em A G F Em Dm My judgment's off this time (for the last time.) C Em G No one in this world is ever listening.(What's left beside me now?) A G F Em Dm Em F Pay attention now. Pay attention now. C Em G Em No one in this world is ever listening.(Pay attention. Pay attention.) A F G Pay attention now. Better, pay attention now. C Now. Now. Now.
For this part, I keep playing the C chord, but change the bass note, like this
E|---------------------------------------------| B|-1----------1-----1-----------------------1--| G|---------------------------------------------| D|-2----------2-----2-----------------------2--| A|-3----3-3-3-2-2-2-0-0-0-------------------3--| E|------------------------3-3-3-2-2-2-1-1-1----|
C C At home alone again all night. (At home alone again all night...) C Expect the worst and you'll be right.

Enviado por: Victor Borges

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