Puppy Mills Presents Acoustic
The Gay BladesVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
(v2) 5 7 7 6 x x
I've got to brainstorm ways to keep us alive
And i've got millionaire friends sending checks all of the time
And with a milk box portrait blown up poster size
Well I might have found a way to keep some hope in their eyes
Oh yeah well I could pan handle on the side of the street
In hopes of finding money and food for us to eat
Oh yeah well, I could sell your body and you could sell mine
If only we could find somebody to buy
I was drunk in the moment you left me
And I'm surely still falling down stairs
She says baby don't bother I've fallen for another
And I ain't getting up again
OOOHH
Well we could find God and join a seminary
If I was Father Clark then I'd be Father Puppy
Oh yeah well, after all, I hear God pays pretty well,
We could pay off all the kids to show and never tell
Oh yeah well, we could get a job making $5.25 or
$5.15 depending on which side of the
state-line, on which we reside
Ive got to brainstorm ways to keep us alive
Well I was drunk in the moment she found me
And I'm surely still falling down stairs
But baby don't bother I've fallen for another
And I ain't getting up again
ALRIGHT!
Remember those guys who lived under the bridge
They were a band once but we all soon forgot
How The Gay Blades fell on hard times and slit wrists
They've got no fucking money, cause they would not write the
Could not write the
Would not write the
Could not write the
Would not write the
Could not write the.... hits
*I'm not sure 'bout the last chord...
** And at the end of the verses he plays something what looks like an A chord, but I
can't figure out what it really is...
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Readable chord sheet for Puppy Mills Presents Acoustic by The Gay Blades
[A](v2) 5 7 7 6 x x I've got to brain[Dm]storm ways to keep [Dm]us alive And i've got million[C]aire friends sending checks [A]all of the time [Am]And[Gm] wi[Fm]th a milk [Dm]box portrait blown up [Dm]poster size Well I might have [C]found a way to keep some hope in [A]their eyes [Am]Oh [Gm]yea[Fm]h well I could [Dm]pan handle on the side of [Dm]the street In hopes of [C]finding money and food for [A]us to eat [Am]Oh [Gm]yea[Fm]h well, I could [Dm]sell your body and you could [Dm]sell mine If only [C]we could find somebody to [A]buy I was [E]drunk in the moment you [C#m]left me And I'm s[A]urely still falling down[B] stairs She says [E]baby don't bother I've f[C#m]allen for another And I a[A]in't getting up ag[B]ain OOOHH [Dm] [Dm] [Dm] [Dm] [Am] [Gm] [Fm] Well we could [Dm]find God and join a sem[Dm]inary If I was [C]Father Clark then I'd be [A]Father Puppy [Am]Oh [Gm]yea[Fm]h well, after [Dm]all, I hear God pays [Dm]pretty well, We could pay off [C]all the kids to show and [A]never tell [Am]Oh [Gm]yea[Fm]h well, we could [Dm]get a job making $5.[Dm]25 or $5.[C]15 depending on which [A]side of the [Dm]state-line, on which we reside Ive got to [C]brainstorm ways to [A]keep us alive Well I was [E]drunk in the moment she [C#m]found me And I'm s[A]urely still falling down[B] stairs But b[E]aby don't bother I've f[C#m]allen for another And I a[A]in't getting up ag[Am]ain ALRIGHT! [Dm] [Dm] [Dm] [Dm] [Am] [Gm] [Fm] [VERSE 3/ENDING] Remember [Dm]those guys who lived under t[Dm]he bridge They were a [C]band once but we a[A]ll soon forgot How The Gay [Dm]Blades fell on hard times[Dm] and slit wrists They've [C]got no fucking money, cause they [A]would not write t[Am]he [Gm] [Fm] [A]Could not write the [Am] [Gm] [Fm] [A]Would not write the [Am] [Gm] [Fm] [A]Could [Am]not [Gm]write [Fm]the [A]Would [Am]not [Gm]write [Fm]the [A]Could [Am]not [Gm]write [Fm]the.... [Am]hits *I'm not sure 'bout the last chord... ** And at the end of the verses he plays something what looks like an A chord, but I can't figure out what it really is...