Love, Ire and Song

[D] [G] [A]

W[D]ell a teacher of mine once told me
That life was just a list of
d[G]isappoints and defeats
And you could
o[A]nly do your best,
And I said
"[D]That's a fucking cop-out, you're just washed up and your tired, and when
 [G]I get to your age I
w[A]on't be such a coward"
But these
d[Em]ays I sit at home, known to
s[G]hout at my TVAnd
P[Bm]unk Rock didn't live up to what I
h[A]oped that it could be
And all the
t[Em]hings that I believed with all my
h[G]eart when I was young
Are just
 [Bm]coasters for beers and clean
s[A]urfaces for drugs
And I
p[G]acked all my
p[Em]amflets with my
 [G]bibles at the
b[A]ack of the
s[D]helf

[D] [G] [A]

(SAME CHORDS)
EXCEPT FOR LAST LINE -

H[G]ung up my
B[Em]anner in
D[G]isgust and I
H[A]ead for the
D[G]oor
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Oh but
o[D]nce we were
y[A]oung, and we were
 Bm crass enough to
 [G]  care
But I guess you
 [Em]live and learn
w[A]e won't make that
m[Em]istake again,
n[A]o
Oh but
s[D]urely just for one
d[A]ay, we could
f[Bm]ight and we could
 [G]win
And if only for a
 [Em] little while,
w[A]e could insist on the
i[Em]mpossible
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Well we've

b[Bm]een a good few hours drinking so I'm going to
s[A]ay what everyone's thinkng If we're
S[G]tuck on this ship and it's
s[D]inking then we
M[Em]ight as well
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Have [A]
P[D]arade

Cos if it's
S[Bm]till going to hurt in the morning and a
B[A]etter plan's yet to get forming Then
W[G]heres the harm in spending an
E[D]vening in
M[Em]anning the
O[A]ld barri-
C[G]ades

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VERSE CHORDS.

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