Patches For The Virgin House Punks Cifras

[Intro]
C  G  Am G E7 F
C  G  Am G C  G
 
 
[Verse 1]
      C                         G
There was a house in Baltimore, patched up shelter in a storm
    Am              G                E7      F
The rent was nothin and the beer was   cheap
C                                  G
Sunday, Monday, Friday nights, the world was sweet in black and white
   Am               G          C  G
So drink your way into our family
     C                                          G
Good friends were we, good songs we'd sing, bad food but hey, two out of three
          Am           G              E7    F
While the world was at war we were at peace
C                              G
Start the pickup, pile inside, look to the polluted sky
   Am           G            C
Us atheists met God on those   nights   they'd say
 
 
[Chorus]
G   F            C
  I look at them patches on their clothes
G   F               C                G
  I look at them, I gotta hold my nose
    F            C
  I look at them patches on their clothes
G   F            C                G     F  C
  I look at them rise up basement shows
G  F  C
 
 
[Verse 2]
   C                                            G
Outside the house the masses mourned, we blamed gluttony and lust and war
    Am                G         E7  F
Yet nowhere could you ever find more
    C                                  G
Sometimes we come out in the light, so out of place without the night
    Am             G                  C
And all the tables froze as we walked by   And they’d Say
 
 
[Chorus]
G   F            C
  I look at them patches on their clothes
G   F               C                G
  I look at them, I gotta hold my nose
    F            C
  I look at them patches on their clothes
G   F            C N.C.           G F C   G F C
  I look at them rise up basement shooooooooows
G  F  C
G  F N.C.
 
 
[Verse 3]
   C                           G
So I go back to Baltimore, the house moved on, it closed its doors
Am                  G                  E7   F
Friends turned into lovers, strangers, foes
    C                                      G
Now things are not so black and white, the world is not so wrong or right
    Am             G           C     G
The music's not so wild and confined
      C                                   G
There was a house in Baltimore, no matter how much down your throat you poured
      Am                G               E7    F
You remember better not pass out on the floor
     C                            G
So I try to fall back into sleep, slip into the same sweet dream
         Am               G                 C
But it's time we lay this tattered cloth to sleep   So they say
 
 
[Chorus]
G   F            C
  I look at them patches on their clothes
G   F               C                G
  I look at them, I gotta hold my nose
    F            C
  I look at them patches on their clothes
G   F            C N.C.           G F C   G F C
  I look at them rise up basement shooooooooows
G  F  C
G  F  C
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