Stuff That I Like

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[B] (barre) - 799877
[Am] (barre) - 577555
[F#] (barre) - 244322

[G]The city subway stations never gl[C]isten.
The gates rise up like they belong in[Em] prison.
And my balance is low. I better p[D]ick a good place, I got one ride to go.
Your fucking [G]cocaine party fucking freaks me out.
When did Scott [C]Weiland show up? How long’s he stickin’ around?
I guess this n[Em]ew fare hike means that I’ll ride my bike,
play [D]video games and do other stuff that I like.

[Cadd9]  [Cmaj7]    [Cadd9] [Cmaj7]

[Gadd9] [G]       [Gadd9] [G]

[Cadd9]  [Cmaj7]    [Cadd9] [Cmaj7]

[Gadd9] [G]       [Gadd9] [G]

[Cadd9]  [Cmaj7]    [Cadd9] [Cmaj7]

[Gadd9] [G]       [Gadd9] [G]

[Cadd9]
And in the [C]morning cleaning up, we found these [G]plastic bags
with a l[D]ittle bit of party left and s[G]tarted to laugh,
“Man, I’m [C]glad I passed out from the [G]booze and the weed
cause the[D] house stayed up ‘til 6 A[G]M doing speed.”
But now it’s[C] 1 AM and I’m q[G]uite a few in
and I can[D] barely make out where the bathroom[G] line begins
and it’s been m[C]oving five inches every [G]fucking five minutes.
I wanna ask th[D]e over privileged kids if

(I suggest barre chords here, except for the Cadd9-Cmaj7 parts)
[G]they would fucking[B] mind?
I [Am]gotta take a [F#]piss in the cocai[B]ne room. [Am]What is this? Th[Cadd9]e line f[Cmaj7]or lines?
It’s a[Cadd9] long line fo[Cmaj7]r lines. I’m getting[G] claustrophob[B]ia

from the twent[Am]y-something[F#] set with bleary e[B]yes.
[Am]What is this? T[Cadd9]he line for[Cmaj7] lines? L[Cadd9]ong line for[Cmaj7] lines.
[G]I don’t [B]wanna be part of[Am] this Friday[Cadd9] night [Cmaj7]or Satur[Cadd9]day ni[Cmaj7]ght.
[G]I don’t [B]wanna be part of[Am] this line f[Cadd9]or line[Cmaj7]s, long [Cadd9]line f[Cmaj7]or lines.
[G]I don’t [B]wanna be part o[Am]f this n[G]ight.
When I’m [C]out these days I [G]do is complain about the [D]booming bass
and the shitty [G]DJ because if I wanted[C] to go to a dance club,
I’d own a [G]bottle of Brut, a c[D]loset full of Christian Dior,
and I’d be [G]in a different room.
‘Cause we can d[C]ance to Otis Redding, P.O.[G]S, and M.I.A
and if you’re [D]on Serato Scratch don’t call yourse[G]lf a DJ.
Beat dete[C]cting’s got no attitude, your t[G]empo maps can’t feel and room,
but le[D]mmings all have dancing shoes and

(barre again here)
[G]I’m just freaking [B]out.
You’re assaul[Am]ting me with [F#]thrusts like I’m an a[B]sshole.
You’re s[Am]weating to the s[Cadd9]ounds of [Cmaj7]Billboar[Cadd9]d’s Ho[Cmaj7]t 100
like a [G]total yeah bro [B]dick.
Man, I tho[Am]ught that we all [F#]lived here ‘cause we’re [B]different
I guess I [Am]was wrong [Cadd9]this ti[Cmaj7]me, and [Cadd9]time afte[Cmaj7]r time
[G]I don’t [B]wanna be part of[Am] this [Cadd9]Friday [Cmaj7]night or[Cadd9] Saturday [Cmaj7]night.
[G]I don’t [B]wanna be part of[Am] these c[Cadd9]okey t[Cmaj7]imes and ei[Cadd9]ght dolla[Cmaj7]r wines.
[G]I don’t w[B]anna be pa[Am]rt of this [G]night.

[Cadd9]  [Cmaj7]    [Cadd9] [Cmaj7]

[G]The city subway station never g[C]listens.

The gates rise up like “Hey What’s up?
You’re in pr[Em]ison, confined by alcoholism and lack of better d[D]ecisions

for having fun on the weekends.”
But this sh[G]itty atmosphere keeps bumming me out.
Don’t want my [C]Club MTV. I hate Downtown Julie Brown.
I guess these [Em]new prices hikes will make me grab my light
and climb the [D]fire escape to the roof for a book that I like.

Just mess around with the verse chord progression for a little bit, end on G