Cifras
The Shit Song

Tom: G

Introdução:

G                                                                                                                                 D  
When I run into friends of mine I haven't seen in years,
D                                                                                                                                                 G  
They give me the once over then their eyes well up with tears.
G                                                                                                                                                            C  
Then they pronounce me 'looking great', I haven't changed a bit,
                                                  G                                      D         C  Bm7    D         G  
I flash 'em back a feeble smile: I know I look like sh *t.
G                                                                                                                                                         D  
'Cos I saw myself this morning, phew, and I know of what I speak.
D                                                                                                 G  
I'm a human being, but I look like I reek.
G                                                                                                                                                    C  
And a weaker bathroom lightbulb just might take care of it,
                                                                  G                                    D         C      Bm7    D         G  
'Cos the mirror shatters your illusions when you look like sh *t.
C                                                                              G  
Sh *t comes in different colors and consistencies,
     A7                                                                                      D              C                      D  
I guess that I'm just aging like the finest wines and cheeses.
G                                                                                                            D  
The guy that's me, who's in my dreams, is twenty-five or six,
D                                                                                                                                         G  
I'm old enough to be his dad, how's that for parlour tricks?
G                                                                                                                                         C  
Life's a job you're fired from, unless of course you quit,
                                     Bm7            G                      D                                    C    Bm7      D         G  
Gee, I wonder if that old blind guy knows that he looks like sh *t?
                                        D                                                            Em  G  
Let's ask him! 'scuse me? No, over here!
G                                                                                 D  
Although I know it's natural, I still can't understand.
                                                                                                                                                  G  
Once I looked like a million bucks, now, more like two grand.
G                                                                                                                                         C  
We start out with a lot of time, but what happens to it?
                                                        G                                                    C      Bm7    D         G  
Times flies when you f * *k around and then you look like sh *t!
G                                                                                                                    C  
Oh, ain't it the truth, brothers and sisters?
C                                                                              G  
Sh *t comes in different colors and consistencies,
  A7                                                                                         D                                                                 D6  
'Sh *t's a gift we make', Freud said, here, take mine won't you please?'
G                                                                              D7                                    D  
Growing old ain't easy, it's a process so they say.
                                                                                                                        G  
We proceed to our grand finale, every single day.
                                                                                                                             C  
But dying doesn't worry me, I'm not bothered a bit,
                                                          G                         D                            C      Bm7  D         G  
I just don't like the thought of lying there looking like sh *t!