View Guitar Chords for A most disgusting song - chords ver. 1
Intro - E, A, F#7, B7EI've played every kind of gig there is to play now AI've played faggot bars, hooker bars, motor cycle funerals F#7In opera houses, concert halls, halfway houses. B7EWell I found that in all these places that I've played Aall the people I've played for are the same people F#7So if you'll listen, maybe you'll see someone you know in this song. B7B7A most disgusting song. EThe local diddy bop pimp comes in AActing limp he sits down with a grin F#7next to a girl that has never been chased B7The bartender wipes a smile off his face EThe delegates cross the floor, Acurtsy and promenade through the doors, F#7and slowly the evening begins. B7And there's Jimmy "Bad Luck" Butts who's just crazy about them East Lafayette weekend sluts Talking is the lawyer in crumpled up shirt And everyone's drinking the detergents that cannot remove their hurts While the Mafia provides your drugs, your government will provide the shrugs, and your national guard will supply the slugs, so they sit all satisfied. And there's old playboy Ralph who's always been shorter than himself, and there's a man with his chin in his hand, who knows more than he'll ever understand. Yeah, every night it's the same old thing Getting high, getting drunk, getting horny At the "Inn-Between", again. And there's the bearded schoolboy with the wooden eyes. Who at every scented skirt whispers up and sighs and there's the teacher that will kiss you in French Who could never give love, could only fearfully clench Yeah, people every night it's the same old thing Getting pacified, ossified, affectionate at Mr. Flood's party, again And there's the militant with his store-bought soul There's someone here who's almost a virgin I've been told And there's Linda glass-made who speaks of the past who genuflects, salutes, signs the cross and stands at half masts Yeah, They're all here, the Tiny Tims and the Uncle Toms, red heads brunettes, brownettes and the dyed haired blondes, Who talk to dogs, chase broads and have hopes of being mobbed, who mislay their dreams and lay their claim that they were robbed And every night it's going to be the same old thing Getting high, getting drunk, getting horny Lost, even, at Martha's Vineyard, again Notes: For "Live Fact" version, play in the key of D. (D, G, E7, A7)