Cifras
Suburban Smell

Tono: G

Introducción:

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                     Gm                         Bb                                            Eb                                                                                 Gm            Bb      Eb  
There's 16 homes on every street. They all of course lie in the neatest rows.
                        Gm                                      Bb                                    Eb                                                                 Gm            Bb      Eb  
Cradling broken homes and dinner prayers. Rocking us all to sleep in bones.
Gm                                         Bb                              Eb  
Which one's mine, I can't tell? Sick of that suburban smell.
Gm                                              Bb                                    Eb  
They look the same, look the same.
Bb                                                    Dm  
And all the kids with money laugh
Bb                                      Cm  
Cheering for the retard dance
Bb                                 Dm                                                      Bb         Cm  
Cheering for a touchdown they laugh
Bb                                         Dm  
But I am not like them, I am not like them
Bb            Cm  
Only because
          Bb                                                    Dm                                                            Bb      Cm  
I'm sick of watching them watch the retard dance.
                          Gm                            Bb                                    Eb                                                                    Gm      Bb      Eb  
There's a party at the rich kid house. I get stoned in basements
Gm                         Bb                                      Eb                                                                                      Gm            Bb      Eb  
Mother I am not myself.    But I don't laugh and watch the retard dance.
                                  Gm                              Bb                              Eb  
There are so many homes on every street. Piling in their lines so neat
Gm                                 Bb                                            Eb  
I won't fold into those lies. Too drunk on that suburban smell
Gm                                                 Bb                                                 Eb                                                                         Gm      Bb      Eb  
To know which one of them is mine?.    They look the same, look the same.
                                Gm                                         Bb                                 Eb  
God gave us 16 homes on every street.    So we all pray at the dinner table
          Gm                                              Bb                                    Eb  
Our sons are strong and they are able.    To laugh and watch the retard dance
Gm                              Bb                                    Eb  
Sick of that suburban smell.    Sick of that suburban smell
Gm                              Bb                                    Eb                                                                    Gm      Bb      Eb  
Sick of that suburban smell.    Sick of that suburban smell