Get Warmer
Bomb The Music IndustryVersion1
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It's fifty degrees in December and the heat in my house is always broke
So it feels about twenty-five colder and I can't feel my fingers and toes.
I miss the G train with a passion that used to be reserved for hate.
Am I getting too carried away with the bullshit of leaving today?
I know that I'm getting bored.
Real bored with myself.
It was six o' clock with friends in Boston and I'm diggin' the winter's
first snow.
Now it's midnight, I'm drinking Blue Ribbons and I'm already sick of the
cold.
The bartended skipped my Tom Waits songs.
It's Wham! now. I wanna "go go."
Let's live like elephants
Stomping on sychophants
Paws in a polygraph
Not favor loneliness
Over companionship
Let's not be jealous.
Let's give the pretentious a cure and not just a name.
'Cause I'm getting too carried away with the bullshit of leaving today.
I'm really more than just quite a bit bored of myself.
'Cause I'm getting too carried away with the bullshit of leaving today.
I didn't wanna be this damn unsure of myself.
But it never seems to get warmer.
No matter how far south you go.
It'll get too hot in the summer
And the sweat'll soak right through your clothes.
And you'll feel self-conscious and awkward
And the feeling stays with you all day
Until you go and put on a new t-shirt and throw that old one away.
The rest of the song repeats
, , , over and over again.
eNJOY!
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Readable chord sheet for Get Warmer by Bomb The Music Industry
[E]It's fifty deg[B]rees in De[A]cember and the [E]heat in my [B]house is always [A]broke So it [E]feels about [B]twenty-five [A]colder and I [E]can't feel my [B]fingers and [A]toes. [D]I miss the G train with a [A]passion that [G]used to be reserved for [B]hate. Am I [E]getting too carried away with the [A]bullshit of leaving today? [G]I know that I'm getting bored. Real bored with myse[B]lf. [E]It was six o' clock [B]with friends in [A]Boston and I'm d[E]iggin' the w[B]inter's first [A]snow. Now it's [E]midnight, I'm dri[B]nking Blue [A]Ribbons and I'm [E]already [B]sick of the [A]cold. [D]The bartended skipped my Tom [A]Waits songs. It's [G]Wham! now. I wanna "go g[B]o." [C#]Let's live like elephants [G#]Stomping on sychophants [F#]Paws in a polygraph [C#]Not favor loneliness [G#]Over companionship [F#]Let's not be jealous. [C#]Let's give the pretentious a cure and not just a nam[G#]e. [C#]'Cause I'm getting too carried away with the bull[F#]shit of leaving today. [Am#]I'm really more than just quite a bit bored of mysel[D#]f. [C#]'Cause I'm getting too carried away with the bull[F#]shit of leaving today. [Am#]I didn't wanna be this damn unsure of myself[D#]. But it [C#]never [G#]seems to get [F#]warmer. No [C#]matter how [G#]far south you [F#]go. It'll [C#]get too [G#]hot in the [F#]summer And the [C#]sweat'll soak [G#]right through your [F#]clothes. And you'll [C#]feel self-[G#]conscious and [F#]awkward And the [C#]feeling stays [G#]with you all [F#]day Until you [C#]go and put [G#]on a new [F#]t-shirt and [Am#]throw that old one [F#]away. The rest of the song repeats [B], [E], [Gm#], [F#] over and over again. eNJOY!