Hard On

[D]The beer, the beer, the [G]beer, the beer
The [D]beer don't make you a [G]man
No it [D]takes something el[G]se
S[Asus4]omething I'll never hav[G]e

And a [D]beer, a beer, a [G]beer, a beer
A [D]beer makes you feel [G]good
Like [D]if you wanted you [G]could
[Asus4]Kick anybody's [G]ass

  [D]                 [G]
[A] knife, [A] knife, [A] knife, [A] knife
A [D]knife makes you feel [G]strong
With a g[D]un you're never [G]wrong
[Asus4]Everybody try to stay ca[G]lm I think the safety's on

A car, a car, a car, a car
A car means you can go
Whenever you want to
With an FM radio

Guitars, guitars, guitars, guitars
Guitars, Thin Lizzy rocks
So dust off your old stompbox
and we'll run it through your Vox and your Firebird

Cos you're tired, you're tired, you're tired, you're tired
You're tired of feeling sad
Your disappointed, hurt and mad
And all the poetry you've written is bad

Because a pen, a pen, a pen, a pen
A pen don't mean you can write
You're no fucking John Updike
Even if you spell it right

Just like a hardon, a hardon, a hardon, a hardon, a hardon
A hardon don't mean you're in love
Cos when the pushing comes to shove
Do you really want to be here?