Wore Out The Soles Of My Party Boots Cifras para ukulele

[Verse 1]
Am      G        F             C         F              F#dim        G    E7
Life is fast but I don't wanna live past you, cause you are  my only roots
          F           G          Am             G            F              Fm       C
I was the king of the drug booze thing now I've worn out the soles of my party boots
   Am           G            F     C              F             F#dim     G   E7
So call me shit-faced Master of Disgrace, I don't care cause my outer skin
   F          G            Am           G      F            Fm        C
Is thick like crust, and a liver that's rusted out, now I'm on a list
 
 
[Bridge]
Am                                                                                     F Am Dm G
   Everybody wants to give a shit outta me, I won't give it but I'll give ambivalence
 
 
[Verse 2]
        Am     G            F      C          F      F#dim     G    E7
I gotta memory box cause my memory blocks me, from remembering weeks
        F           G           Am        G              F           Fm       C
All the blacked out nights into white out mornings, into grey matter damagings
   Am          G         F     C          F       F#dim            G       E7
So call me Fat Fuck, geriatric punk rock, give it straight cause I deserve
  F      G               Am       G               F          Fm         C
A verbal beating from an audience bleating, and a melee with no concern
 
 
[Bridge]
Am                                                                                        F Am Dm G
   Everybody wants to give a shit outta me, I won't give it but I'll give irresponsiveness
Am
   Everybody wants to drag me up again, I wanna go, but the price keeps going up
 
 
[Pre-Solo]
F                                   C
 Going down is simple and practical, laying low but keeping it cynical
G                                                 E7
 I'm on the wagon and it's such a drag, without a key kick, shot, and a drag
 
 
[Verse 3]
           Am             G             F          C
Evidently no one likes a quitter or an old punk's bitterness
F       F#dim           G   E7      F                     G           Am        G
 So I'm waiting for the tap,  on my shoulder, cause we're all getting older not better
    F             Fm            C
The laughs are no longer with us
 
 
[Outro]
   Am          G        F     C
So call me Fat Fuck geriatric punk,
Am          G        F     C
Call me Fat Fuck geriatric punk
F           G        Am    G         F            Fm         C
Call me Fat Fuck geriatric punk shit-faced master of disgrace
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