Stand There Until Youre Sober
Bomb The Music IndustryVersion1
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Brown paper bags metal cans.
Sixty degrees fahrenheit.
We can't see the stars tonight
&8216;ca[G]use apartments gen[Em]erate ambient light
And I'm sorry that we're not already drunk.
Hours later we're getting there
Meters away from the shore
My forty of Corona is just
drops away from being kicked
And I don't know what I'm gonna be tomorrow.
When you stayed overnight making out with a stranger
in the bottom of a boat that belonged to a stranger
and you came home at six in the morning
after being caught ass naked by the dude who threw the party
I thought that we'd never grow up.
I thought that we'd never grow up.
Now all my friends rise at eight.
They go to sleep before midnight.
And I just wanna drink 'til three
Embarrassing myself publicly.
And you all used to be just like me
You fuckers used to be just like me.
So now I sit and stew alone.
Everyone's already sleeping.
Everybody's moved away
and can pay their bills on time.
No one else is making a hundred and ten bucks for twenty hours.
God I hate this fucking place.
God I hate what happened to me.
You promised we'd stay best of friends.
But we can't 'cause I just can't grow up.
p.m.
And it kills me. Yeah it kills me
that I don&8217;t know what [B5]I can do.
I can&8[E5]217;t br[E5]eathe corr[E5]ectly and
I can&8[C#5]217;t sle[C#5]ep or any[C#5]thing and
I can&8217;t thi[F#]nk of any[G]thing I can’[Gm];t think of anything.
Now every night is miserable.
So sad I can't even get drunk.
So let's go out just one last time.
Let's finish off a box of wine.
Do shots of yukon jack and lime.
Can we drink 'til I fucking die?
I'll make you party at my funeral
'Cause mourning is for suckers.
I'll rent a ferris wheel and
cotton candy machine and have open bar
with all the Pabst that you can drink
the PA blasting my Clash records.
You'll finally know that life's okay
Even when bad things happen.
So just one more beer, then grow up.
So just one more beer, then grow up.
So just one more beer.
Go to work.
Pay your bills.
Eat a dick.
One more beer, THEN grow up.
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Readable chord sheet for Stand There Until Youre Sober by Bomb The Music Industry
[D]Brown paper [A]bags metal [G]cans.
[D]Sixty [A]degrees fahren[Em]heit.
[D]We can't see the [F#]stars tonight
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And I'm [A]sorry that we're [F#m]not already [G]drunk.
[D]Hours later [A]we're getting [G]there
[D]Meters a[A]way from the [Em]shore
My [D]forty of Co[F#]rona is just
[G]drops away from [Em]being kicked
And [A]I don't know what [G]I'm gonna be to[D]morrow.
[D]When you stayed over[G]night making out with a [Bm]stranger
in the bottom of a [Em]boat that belonged to a [D]stranger
and you came home at [G]six in the morning
after [Bm]being caught ass naked by the [Em]dude who threw the party
[D]I thought that we'd [A]never grow [G]up.
[D]I thought that we'd [A]never grow [D]up.
[D]Now all my [A]friends rise at [G]eight.
[D]They go to [A]sleep before [Em]midnight.
And [D]I just wanna [F#]drink 'til three
[G]Embarrassing myself [Em]publicly.
And [A]you all used to be[Bb] just like me
[Bm] [c]
You fuckers used to be just like me.
[D]So now I sit and stew a[G]lone.
Everyone's already [Bm]sleeping.
Everybody's moved a[Em]way
and can pay their bills on t[D]ime.
No one else is making a [G]hundred and ten bucks for twenty [Bm]hours.
God I hate this fucking [Em]place.
God I hate what happened to [D]me.
You promised we'd [A]stay best of [G]friends.
But we [D]can't 'cause I just [A]can't grow [G]up.
p.m.
[E5]And it kills me. [A5]Yeah it kills me
that [D]I don&
I [E5]can&
I [C#5]can&
I [D]can&
[D]Now every [A]night is [G]miserable.
[D]So sad I can't [A]even get [Em]drunk.
So [D]let's go out just [F#]one last time.
Let's [G]finish off a [Em]box of wine.
Do [A]shots of yukon [Bb]jack and lime.
[Bm] [c] [D]
Can we drink 'til I fucking die?
I'll make you party at my [G]funeral
'Cause mourning is for [Bm]suckers.
I'll rent a ferris [Em]wheel and
cotton candy machine and have open [D]bar
with all the Pabst that you can [G]drink
the PA blasting my Clash [Bm]records.
You'll finally know that life's [Em]okay
Even when bad things [D]happen.
[D] [A] [G]
[D]So just one more [A]beer, then grow [G]up.
[D]So just one more [A]beer, then grow [G]up.
So [D]just one more [F#]beer.
Go to [G]work.
Pay your [Em]bills.
Eat a [D]dick.
One more [A]beer, THEN grow [D]up.