Cifras
Fuck Em

Tono: A

Introducción:

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I'm all strung-out, and, my money's spent
A  
Can't really tell ya' where last year went
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But, I've given up paying my bills for Lent
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My landlord, he says he wants his rent
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Fuck 'em!
A                                                                              E  
Hey, now, the women they come, the women they go
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The hens start to cackle when the cock starts to crow
A                                                                                      Dm  
Hell, I take 'em in when the warm winds blow
E  Em    E                                                                         A  
But, I boot 'em in the ass once it starts to snow
E                                                 A  
Cause, fuuuuuuuuuck them!
A                                                                                         F#                                                    E  
Yeah, got a letter from my folks, and, they say they're in debt
E                                                                                                              A  
They say that things are as bad as they can possibly get
F#m                    Am                                                            Dm  
Y'know, I haven't answered that letter yet
Dm                                         E  
I might use it to light my cigarette
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Cause, fuuuuuuuuuck them!
A  
What'd they ever do for me anyway?
E                                                         Em                                                      E  
Threw me outta the house when I was twenty-nine years old
E  
And cut off my allowance
A  
Fuck 'em!
E  
Hey, a woman come around and handed me a line
F#m                                    E                                                            A  
About a lot of little orphan kids sufferin' and dyin'
D                                                                                         G                                    E  
Shit, I give her a quarter, cause one of 'em might be mine
E  
Yeah, the rest of those bastards can keep right on cryin'
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I mean, fuuuck kids!
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Throw up on your shoulder, piss in your lap, Never give you nothing
A  
Fuck 'em!
A                                                                              F#m                 E  
I had a fight last night with a big lumberjack
E                                                                                    A  
I spent most the fight laying flat on my back
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You know he beat me up fair, and, that's a fact
                                        E                                              B                    E  
But, I busted his head as soon as he turned his back
E                                                            A  
Cause, fuuuuuuuuuck "fair fighting"!
E                              A                                                            F                              E  
Yeaaaaaah, y'know, my junkie buddy got the shakes again
A  
He give me five bucks in the autumn rain
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I'm supposed to bring back something to kill his pain,
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heh, hehAw, shit! I took the bread and I jumped on a train'
E                                                 A  
Cause, fuuuuuuuuuck junkies!
                          E  
Menace to society, break into your house, steal your TV set And go pawn it, and stick up gas stations,
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then wanna get rehabilitated right next-door to you
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Fuck them!
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Hey, I caught a cold, I'm chilled and wet
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And, I'm coughing blood, and I'm short of breath
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And at the foot of my bed sits Old Man Death
He says: " Hey Shel, " he says, " ain't you ready to go yet? "And, I says... " You're the Devil's
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"FUUUUUUUUUCK HIM! LET THE MOTHER WAIT! I GOT THINGS I AIN'T DONE YET, AND BILLS I HAVEN'T NOT PAID!
I GOT PEOPLE I AIN'T FUCKED UP, AN' I GOT CHICKS THAT I HAVEN'T KNOCKED UP AND LEFT YET!
     A#                                                              F                              A#                                 F  
  I'VE GOT things TO DO...PLACES T' GO.... PEOPLE T' DO!HA HA-HA-HA!..."
How's that?