HOBOPHOBIC bass intro: |-----------------------------------| |-----------------------------------| |-------9-9-9---4-4-4---7-7-7---| |--7-7-----------------------------| B F#I C# Ei B Ei B Hobo, I'm hobophobic so what ah, ah ah. B F#I C# Ei B G#I F#i Scared of bums. Not just becuase they stink bad. Ei B F#I C# Not just 'cuase they're crackers. Ei B Ei B From drinking too much lysol. G# Ei B F#I C# Ei B Ei B Let, them be. Just don't get fucking near me. Scared of bums. Ah, ah, ah. B F#I C# Ei B G#I F#I Ei Infested with microscopic bugs and, B F#I C# Ei B Ei B endocrine systematic doo doo. Ei B Ei B Why don't they get a job. G# Ei B F#I C# Ei B Ei B Let, them be. Just don't get fucking near me. Scared of bums. Ah, ah. PHILTHY PHIL PHILANTHROPIST One guitar: G F Ci X2 Band In: G F Ci X2 G F Ci (over) A|-5-5-5-5-5-5-3-2-3-3-2------- E|-----------------------------------5-3- G Ci Di A|-5-5-5-5-5-5-3-2-10-10-10-10-12-9-10 Xylophone bit G Ci Ci Di Blaugh! Blaugh, blaugh! G Ci Di X2 G Ci Di G Ci Di There's something wrong with mass comsumption. Why don't we want what we don't need? G F Ci Ebi G F Ci Ebi Alcohol, burn it clean, asphalt methamphetamine will make, it seem, alright. It's gonna make it seem G E Ci Di G alright, ah. Living in the hunger under, ground. G Ai Ci Di G Some people say I got a problem with authority so, what if I do man it beats relinquishing control. A Di G Ci Ci B A Philthy Phil Philanthropist. You've taken when you should of give away. Di G F/G F/G F/G F/G Philthy Phil you gave to us. We cannot repay. Xylophone G Ci Di G Ci Di There's something grand about being nothing. There's something lame about being grand. G F Ci Ebi G F Ci Ebi G E Alcohol, squirtin' gun, no holidays in the sun, that's me, not being you. That's just me not being you, ah. Ci Di G Either part of the solution or the problem. G Ai Ci Di G Can there not be a middleground for just the anybody, replace superman with joe ordinary. A Di G Ci Ci B A Di Philthy Phil Philanderer, you've taken when you shoulda give away. Filthy Phil you gave to us, G F/G F/G F/G F/G we cannot repay. A Di G Ci A Di Philthy Phil Philanthropist, you've taken when you shoulda give away. Filthy Phil you gave to us, G F Ci G F Ci we cannot repay. We cannot repay. Blaugh! G F Ci (over) A|-5-5-5-5-5-5-3-2-3-3-2------- E|-----------------------------------5-3- G Ci Di A|-5-5-5-5-5-5-3-2-10-10-10-10-12-9-10 FREEDOM LIKA SHOPPING CART A` A` A|-7-5-3-7-5-7-5-3-2-3-2-0 Bass (A) (C) (G) (A) A|-7-5-3-7-5-7-5-3-2-3-2-0 A Ci G A A|-7-5-3-7-5-7-5-3-2-3-2-0 A Ci G Ci Bi Ai A Ci G Ei A` A|-7-5-3-7-5-7-5-3-2-3-2-0 A|-7-5-3-7-5-7-5-3-2-11 (A) (C#) (D) (B) Bass same D|-7------6------------------------------ A Christian, an anarchist slash prostitute, figures out the true meaning of freedom. Not freedom like D|-4---| (pick slide) America. Freedom like a shopping cart A Ei G Di A Ei Kick back. No tense. You got a bag of grub, it cost you about 50 cents. No fear. No fucking feat. Malt G Di liquor tastes much better on the street. A` C#i` Di` B` Riff again A` C#i` Di` Crustin', a way of life for heroine, and heroes who hitchhike the road from eden. Not eden like the garden (pick scrape over B) state, eden like the state of mind. A Ei G Di A Ei Kick back. Cheep thrills. You'll do anything for a laugh, even if it kills you. The bridge. You took it out. G Di The ticket takers suddenly lost count. A E F# C#I Di A B Di Sleeping under rays, your teeth crumbling away, say goodbye, to all responsibility you never wanted it Improvise on: A B F# Di X2 then louder a third time man. A` C#i` Di` B` Wasting, time whenever you get the chance. Which happens to be all the time. A Ei G Di A Kick back. Free meals. A couple times a day you make a couple of shady deals. No work. No fucking Ei G Di pay. Cardboard condominium by the bay. A E F# C#I Di A B Between the red and black, you're never going back. Say goodbye to all responsibility. You never Di Improvise on: A B F# Di X2 then louder X1 A B F#. wanted it man. BLEEDING HEART DISEASE (B) (C#) (E) (B) B C# E B Bb / B X4 Bb / B X4 How, Mo, ney, pol, lu, ted, my mind. B Bb G# F# E G Bb / B Bb / B Dough - what our lives are lived for Rae - just a crazy Aussie Me - the generation forges on. B Bb G# F# E G Bb / B Bb / B Fo - dder for corporations Sew - wing our lives together La - suck a nice place to get shot. G# E B B/Bb A E B G# Don't forget the 't' it follows, liber in the constitution. Following the part about pursuit. Of happiness, the E B B/Bb A E B [B A A/G# E] x2 bi product of colonial precious metal mine extracts which brings us back to Dough. B A A/G# E Do, Do Do, Do Do, Do Do B A A/G# E Do, Do Do, Do Do, Do Do B A A/G# E Do, Do Do, Do Do, Do Do B A A/G# E Do, Do Do, Do Do, Do Do B A G# G B A G# G Bb / B x3 B Today, I saw a kid, torture a cat. Too much leisure, teenage norman rockwell paints it black. B Bb G# F# E G Bb / B Bb / B How, did, the, chain, get started? More is what everyone wants Nee - dy is what none of us are. B Bb G# F# E G Bb / B Bb / B Co - operation died last night Ruptured bleeding heart forsight Me - I'm just a loo. G# E B B/Bb A E So don't expect the best you won't be, dissapointed when you take a bite and watch the worm crawl back B G# E B B/Bb A E B inside. Don't believe the fairy tales of million dollar happiness, los angelestic lifestyles Chardonnay. [B A A/G# E] x2 B A A/G# E B A A/G# E Pursuit of million dollar happiness (do s). Purstuit of million dollar happiness. Pursuit of million dollar B A A/G# E B A A/G# E B happiness (do s). Purstuit of million dollar happiness. Pursuit of million dollar happiness was killed we Bb G# F# E G Bb / B x3 B watched it bleed, some say it died from hate, some say from bleeding heart disease. (B) (C#) (E) (B) B C# E B B C# E B B C# E B How, Mo, ney, pol, lu, ted, my mind. How, Mo, ney, pol, lu, ted, my mind. HOTDOG IN A HALLWAY A / Bb A/ Bb A (muted strumming) X4 (picked) A C# D Bb X4 A C#i Di Bb A C#i Di Bb A C#i Di E She'll have another piece of pie. She'll have a double reuben rye. She works hard at eating well, that's why A C#i Di I love her. A C#i Di Bb A C#i Di Bb A C#i Di She's got a couple of pony kegs. Her arms are bigger than my legs. And when she holds me I can't breathe, E A C#i Di that's why I love her. A C#i Di Bb A E F Di A C#i Di Yeah I'm her butter, she's my bread. She's like a mobile water bed. And when I get on top of her I can't Ei A C#i Di Bb touch the mattress. A C#i Di Bb A E F Di A C#i Di And when her flesh begins to sag. She's like a human sleeping bag. I feel so cozy safe and warm she's my Ei A C#i Di A / Bb A/ Bb A (muted strumming) x2 insulation. A C#i Di Bb A C#i Di Bb A C#i Di I always know just where she sat. And when she's on me I get flat. Some broken ribs a punctured lung E A C#i Di that's why I love her. A C#i Di Bb A C#i Di Bb A C#i Di E She's my filly, I'm her stud. Her bean is bigger than my pup it's like feeding a tic-tac to a whale, that's why A C#i Di I love her. A C#i Di Bb A E F Di A C#i Di E She'll have another piece of pie. She'll have a double reuben rye. She works hard at eating well, that's why A C#i Di Bb I love her. A C#i Di Bb A E F Di A C#i Di She's got a couple of pony kegs. Her arms are bigger than my legs. And when she holds me I can't breathe, E A C#i Di A / Bb A/ Bb A (muted strumming) that's why I love her. A C#i Di Bb A C#i Di Bb A C#i Di Ei A Do do do do do, do do do do do do do do, do do do do, do do do do, that's why I love her. RELEASE THE HOSTAGES (A C A G) X4 A Ci G F A Ci G F A C A G X4 (muted) A Ci G F A Ci G F A F G E A F G Stop, have a beer, it's on me, has anyone ever told you, that you look, like a star, as you're E A Ci G F A Ci G F A Ci G sitting at the bar. So I drink, cause it makes me, happier than being alone. My good friend, Johnie F A Ci G F Walker, keeps me warm like a cunt. Fi Gi Ai Gi Fi Gi C Gi Fi Gi Seem's like everybody's got, something I have not, a reason not to die. Death to Mr. Right. 'Cause that's B / C A / Bb X8 not me. F' G' A' G' F' G' Ci G F Seem's like everybody's got, something I have not, a reason not to die so I say death to Mr. Right. He G Ci G F Ci G F Ci G G# Ebi makes me sad. Yeah, yeah yeah. Yeah, yeah yeah yeah. Yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah G end on whatever you like. Get a drummer to scream 'fuck' and chuck his sticks on the floor. yeah yeah (yeah?) LIZA muted strings, chords in this order: (B A B A B C# D C#) X2 then (A E A E A B C# B) X2 (B A B A B C# D C#) X2 (A E A E A B C# B) X2 Di' A' F' A' Di' She's been around a couple years, tasted 31 flavours, there's only one she really hates. That would be A' F' A' vanilla bean, the blandest one don't make her scream. And that's what she likes to hear the most. Di Fi Gi Bb Di Fi Gi Bb Di' She's got a tat that Primal Scream? Yeah yeah yeah, She's on the SFM Guest Team, yeah yeah yeah. E|----------10---10---10-10----------7-----7----7-----7--------9-----9-----9----9-------9----9-----9---9 Over: (B A B A B C# D C#) (B A B A B C# D C#) (A E A E A B C# B) (A E A E A B C# B) Over two guitars above. Instead of last 4 9s, play 6's first, then 9s last time. Liza's been around the block. D |--9-10-11-12--14-11-- She's currently a femme bitch top. D |--9-12-11-9-- A giant step from old Louise. D |--9-10-11-12--14-11-- Now she's the one who's on the prey. Di A F A Di She used to wear her hair short long, determing her preference, she didn't like that dynamic. Trading in her A F A flannel shirts for six inch heals latex skirts, she even bought herself some bras. E|----------10---10---10-10----------7-----7----7-----7--------9-----9-----9----9-------9----9-----9---9 Over: (B A B A B C# D C#) (B A B A B C# D C#) (A E A E A B C# B) (A E A E A B C# B) Over two guitars above. Instead of last 4 9s, play 6's first, then 9s last time. Miss Terrence Sellers' akin. D |--9-10-11-12--14-11-- She's got more power feminine. D |--9-12-11-9-- She knows the power incites fear. D |--9-10-11-12--14-11-- And it's that fear which makes her wet. Di A F A Di She's goin' to the tribe 8 show, plenty of boy chicks to choose from, it's at the galaxy of fists. She'll find a A F A bottom young and butch, she'll tell her I won't hurt you much, unless of course you want me to. Di' A' F' A' She's been around a couple years, tasted 31 flavours, there's only one she really hates. WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH KIDS TODAY? Dropped-D tuning. Written as if it was in standard tuning, (but use Dropped-D chords). Could also be played with guitar all tuned down to D. Bass: (F# A, F# A, F# A E) X2 F# A, F# A, F# A E X2 Go! F# A, F# A, F# A E F# A There's something wrong with the kids in my neighbourhood. They always listen to much. They disregard F# A F# A E civil disobediance. They'd rather do what they're told. Gi Ei Gi Gi Ei Gi They don't drink, or fuck, or fight. They sit home, and read, expand their minds. F# A, F# A, F# A E X2 F# A F# A, F# A E F# Yeah there's something wrong with the kids in my cul de sac, they're always going to church. They dress A F# A F# A E well and they're speaking articulate they show each other respect. Gi Ei Gi Gi Ei Gi They're never late, don't smoke or break rules. They eat right, study hard, and like school. F# A F# A F# A E There's something wrong with the kids in my neighbourhood. LOVE STORY The 'Di' is actually lower than the first chord, so that means they've either tuned their guitars to a dropped-d, but it sounds more like they've tuned the whole thing to D. Or my guitar's fucked. Anyway, it's written here so you don't need to tune at all. Quiet verses muted. Chorus picked nicely. 8 beats on drums. F Ci Di F Ci Bb F Ci G Bb Ci F Ci Di F Ci Bb F Ci G Bb Ci F Party owned tuder house. Wooden white picket fence. Mother waits for father in a backless dress. Hardly Ci Di F Ci Bb F Ci G Bb F used diaphram, put back into its case. A one way trip down memory lane as she waits. C#i F C# I don't wanna know. Cheat me. I don't wanna know. F Ci Di F Ci Bb F Ci G Bb Ci Children playing the yard. Mother stares at a wall. Father says he's gonna be back late, so don't wait up. F Ci Di F Ci Bb F Ci G Bb F About a quarter to 3. Father stares at a wall. Stained thicker than water who's gonna clean it up. C# F C# F Ci Di F Ci Bb F Ci G Bb Ci I don't wanna know. Cheat me. I don't wanna know. F Ci Di F Ci Bb F Ci G Bb Ci F Party owned tuder house. Wooden white picket fence. Mother waits for father in a backless dress. Hardly Ci Di F Ci Bb F Ci G Bb F used diaphram, put back into its case. A one way trip down memory lane as she waits. C# F C# F C# F I don't wanna know. Cheat me. I don't wanna know. Cheat me. I don't wanna know. Cheat me. I don't C# F wanna know. Cheat me. THE BLACK AND WHITE Bass: (E F# G) X2 E F# G X4 then X3 over D|---5-5-5-5 E B C Di Silly little improvised soloing over: Ci Di G Bi / Ci F G Ci Di G Bi Ci F G Ci Mr McCarthy killed the light, he didn't wake his lovely wife, he left the key inside the door. Woke on the Di G Bi Cii F G wrong side of the bed, she can't remeber what he said, but she sure knew what he had done. A G Ci F Ci G F' A G Ci F Little choices in a, a little town maybe a, little man is right to be afraid, Biblic moralization, identity Ci G F' frustration, confused man cannot follow his heart. Ci Ei F G Ci Ci Di G Bi / Ci F G So he may be fucking her, but he's thinking about him. Ci Di G Bi Ci F G Ci Catherine McKinnon does exist, she likes to call herself a feminist, a crusader who fights a pain. But what Di G Bi Ci F G she really hates is sex, eroitc images oppress, and debase woman as a whole. A G Ci F Ci G F' A Simple solutions created, by black and white thinking, too bad the world not work that way. Catherine G Ci F Ci G F' should get busy porking, that dolt Andreah Dworkin? I think they need a good hard fuck. Ci E F G Ci 'Cause she may be off her back, now she needs to get off ours. Bass riff: A|----3-3-3-3-3-------------5-5-5-5-5-------------------- X4 E|--------------------7-5-7-5----------------3-3-3-3-3---- third with guitar Bass riff (improvise) X4 The little man sits alone. His sexuality's been cut in stone. He don't love her, she really don't care. Two Gi F#i D F#i / Gi F#i Gi victims of the black and white. the black and white. WHATEVER DIDI WANTS Main riff changes a little here and there, but just play so it sounds good. Bass in on last four = A|----------5-------------- Whatever Didi wants, she's gonna get it. X8 E|-----5---------3----1---- B|--11b13 repeated over Ci G F G X2 Main riff: Guitar 1 plays Ci' G' F' G, guitar two plays G|-7-5-7----------------muted D|--------8-8-8-8-8---- Main riff. Main riff X2 I wouldn't walk 900 miles, when I could fly coach, but almost anything. I wouldn't swim, across the Nile, Ci' G' F' when I could get a moebic disentary. I would do almost anything for you. A' Ci' 'Cause there's anything you want, I'll probably get it, you tell me what you need, I'll try not to forget it, you G' F' Main riff X2 need someone to blame, I'll say that I said it, whatever Didi wants, she's gonna get it. Main riff X2 I wouldn't climb, the highest mountain, could get a blister, but almost anything. I wouldn't throw, coins in Ci' G' F' a fountain, I might be needing, to make a phone call. I'd call you collect whenever I could. A' Ci' 'Cause there's anything you want, I'll probably get it, you tell me what you need, I'll try not to forget it, you G' F' need someone to blame, I'll say that I said it, whatever Didi wants, she's gonna get it. Ci Bbi F Ci' Bbi' F G You are so beautiful. You are so beautiful with me. We're gonna try and get it right. Main riff X2 (improvised 2nd guitar) Main riff X2 It doesn't seem, like you're a million, miles away, no, but maybe one or two. That doesn't mean I never Ci' G' F' loved you, I love you long time, when you're on top of me. I love you as much as anyone could. A' Ci' 'Cause there's anything you want, I'll probably get it, you tell me what you need, I'll try not to forget it, you G F' A' need someone to blame, I'll say that I said it, whatever Didi wants, she's gonna get it. Whatever Didi wants, Ci' G' she's gonna get it. Whatever Didi wants, she's gonna get it. Whatever Didi wants, she's gonna get it. F' Whatever Didi wants, she's gonna get it B|--11b13 repeated over Ci G F G X2 Pick it up pick it up. AUGUST 8th INTRO: C, G, A, G, C, G, Fi, C C G A G Birds sing, there's not a cloud in the sky C G Fi C Yeah august 8th is a beautiful day C G A G I see, a bunch of hippies crying C G Fi C louder Yeah august 8th is a beautiful day C G A G Like waking up from a real bad dream C G Fi C Suddenly everything is OK C G A G The storm has passed, the sun is shinin' C G Fi C Yeah august 8th is a beautiful day A F G E What's going on? What's going on? Is something bumming your scene? A F G E (quiet) There's something wrong, there's something wrong, I'm not trying to be mean C G A G The air is sweet the summer flowers blooming C G Fi C Nowhere in sight is there anything gray C G A G Feelings of joy are filling the street C G Fi C (louder) Yeah august 8th is a beautiful day C G A G Like waking up from a fucked up dream C G Fi C Suddenly everything's looking good C G A G There's been no permanent damage done C G Fi C Yeah august 8th came right when it should A F G E What's going on? What's going on? Is something bumming your scene? A F G E (quiet) There's something wrong, there's something wrong, I'm not trying to be mean C G A G Poor Jeff, poor little Timmy turtle C G Fi C Stayin home on such a beautiful day... DROP THE WORLD The chords in the verse are bar chords with a bass note on the A-string, but the note on the D-string alternates in every chord. Just move it around until you've got it. G- E---x B---8 G---7 D---5 A---x E---x Drums X7 D|----9-9-9-9-9-9-9-9-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-7-7-7-7-5-5-5-5-10-10-10-10-10-10-10-10-9-9-9-9- B|---------------------------------------------------|--------------8----| |--------------8---| G|---------------------------------------------------|-------7-----------| X4 |-------7----------| X2 D|-9-9-9-9-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-5-5-5-5-7-7-7-7-|5-5-5-5-5-5-| |7-7-7-7-7-7-| Gi Ei Ci Di Gi Gi He won the race, the judge's confidence. He was the better man, he'd come from victory. Ah, A hesitate a Ei Ci Di Gi Ei Ci one time show or place, his self would not allow, he had to be the best. Ah. He had denied. His urges Di E Di Ci Di 'cause they would of drained his strength, that battle had been one. With side effects a few, he may have Gi Ei Ci Di dropped the world, he would not let us down, way I hope she's in a better place. Gi Ei Ci Di Gi She aced the test a grade above the rest, of the class felt the curve, of 93 percent. Was not enough to feed Ei Ci Di Gi Ei her fix, she needs that perfect score the endorphin rush she loved. It would opiate her. Ah. She had denied. Ci Di E Di Ci Di All allegations of her loneliness, the battle had been won with scares still under wraps, she may have Gi G/F#i? Fi Riff dropped the world, she would not let us down, endorphin rush she loved, she may have dropped the world.