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Politics Of Holy Shit I Just Cut My Hand On A Broken Bottle by Johnny Hobo and the Freight Trains
Politics Of Holy Shit I Just Cut My Hand On A Broken Bottle
Capo:no capo
Tuning:standard
the other ones are wrong, here's the right way.
e|------------------------------------------------------------|
B|------------------------------------------------------------|
G|------------11-11-11XX--8-8-8XX--9-9-9XX--------------------|
D|---9-9-9XX--11-11-11XX--8-8-8XX--9-9-9XX--------------------|
A|---9-9-9XX--9---9--9XX--6-6-6XX--7-7-7XX--------------------|
E|---7-7-7XX--------------------------------------------------|
[Verse 1]
He talks about nothing using too many words
He talks revolution for an hour without using any verbs
She acts her age which is most of her problem
In love with everyone until she wakes up tomorrow
Another Saturday night
Another fucking shitty Saturday night
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm spinning in the next room
Slurring along to my isolation at the top of my lungs
I'm sitting here next to you
Sore throat from jokes about all the dumbest things I've done
I don't want to be anywhere at all
Here or at my house kicking at the wall
If home is where the heart is
Then I live in my upper chest
[Chorus]
I'm gonna drink until these tears
Start to taste like the cheap beer
I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears
Start to taste like the cheap beer
[Break]
[Verse 2]
The bottles are stacked like they show how we're different
And that maybe if we were sober we could explain what this all meant
But pints of Vodka don't write poetry
You can't rearrange crushed pills into melodies
But I swear to fuck;
That a brick through a broken Starbucks window means more
And I swear to fuck;
That we fight more systems when we're passed out on the floor
Than the words of Kropotkin ever could
And all the works of Karl Marx ever fucking could
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm puking in the next room
Sorry about the carpet, clean it up or your mom'll be mad
I'm pretending that I'm too good for you
So you can't see the worthless pathetic person I am
[Interlude]
Better to seem like an asshole
Than what you are
The billionth teenage boy with social problems
Who plays the guitar
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm not sure what I want you to say to me
But I know the look on your face that I want to see
If home is where the heart is
Then mine is a cigarette
[Chorus]
I'm gonna drink until these tears
Start to taste like the cheap beer
I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears
Start to taste like the cheap beer
[Break]
[Verse 3]
I'm not you and that's good enough for me
The only word that I use is FUCK!
So you can forget the dictionary
I can't tell what question you're asking
I don't care 'cause no is my answer
Another Saturday night
Against everything on a Saturday night
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm bleeding in the next room
Let it happen 'cause maybe the blood-loss will add to my high
I'm here beating up on you
'cause I'm just drunk enough to be sure that I'm ready to die
I don't care that you don't care that I don't care
The only card game I know is strip solitaire
If home is where the heart is
Then I got evicted this week
[Chorus]
I'm gonna drink until these tears
Start to taste like the cheap beer
I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears
Start to taste like the cheap beer
| / slide up
| \ slide down
| h hammer-on
| p pull-off
| ~ vibrato
| + harmonic
| x Mute note
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version 2
Capo:no capo
Tuning - Standard + 1/4.
Verses: "He talks about nothing...
Figure out the strumming.
e -------------------------------------------|
B -------------------------------------------|
G -------------12--1212----9--99----10--1010-|
D --10-1010----12--1212----9--99----10--1010-|
A --10-1010----10--1012----7--77----8---88---|
E --8--88------------------------------------|
Chorus: (For this part, play G as an F Chord on the third fret)
C Em F G
"I'm sitting in the next room, slurring along to my isolation at the top of my
lungs.
And so forth. Until this,
C Am F G
I don't wanna, be anywhere at all.
C Am F G
Here or at my house kicking at the wall.
And so forth, until this part.
C G Dm Am
I'm gonna drink, until these tears, start to taste like the cheap beer.
And, those are all the chords for this song.
[Verse 1]
He talks about nothing using too many words
He talks revolution for an hour without using any verbs
She acts her age which is most of her problem
In love with everyone until she wakes up tomorrow
Another Saturday night
Another fucking shitty Saturday night
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm spinning in the next room
Slurring along to my isolation at the top of my lungs
I'm sitting here next to you
Sore throat from jokes about all the dumbest things I've done
I don't want to be anywhere at all
Here or at my house kicking at the wall
If home is where the heart is
Then I live in my upper chest
[Chorus]
I'm gonna drink until these tears
Start to taste like the cheap beer
I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears
Start to taste like the cheap beer
[Break]
[Verse 2]
The bottles are stacked like they show how we're different
And that maybe if we were sober we could explain what this all meant
But pints of Vodka don't write poetry
You can't rearrange crushed pills into melodies
But I swear to fuck;
That a brick through a broken Starbucks window means more
And I swear to fuck;
That we fight more systems when we're passed out on the floor
Than the words of Kropotkin ever could
And all the works of Karl Marx ever fucking could
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm puking in the next room
Sorry about the carpet, clean it up or your mom'll be mad
I'm pretending that I'm too good for you
So you can't see the worthless pathetic person I am
[Interlude]
Better to seem like an asshole
Than what you are
The billionth teenage boy with social problems
Who plays the guitar
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm not sure what I want you to say to me
But I know the look on your face that I want to see
If home is where the heart is
Then mine is a cigarette
[Chorus]
I'm gonna drink until these tears
Start to taste like the cheap beer
I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears
Start to taste like the cheap beer
[Break]
[Verse 3]
I'm not you and that's good enough for me
The only word that I use is FUCK!
So you can forget the dictionary
I can't tell what question you're asking
I don't care 'cause no is my answer
Another Saturday night
Against everything on a Saturday night
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm bleeding in the next room
Let it happen 'cause maybe the blood-loss will add to my high
I'm here beating up on you
'cause I'm just drunk enough to be sure that I'm ready to die
I don't care that you don't care that I don't care
The only card game I know is strip solitaire
If home is where the heart is
Then I got evicted this week
[Chorus]
I'm gonna drink until these tears
Start to taste like the cheap beer
I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears
Start to taste like the cheap beer
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version 3
Tuning:E A D G B E
Capo:no capo
e|-------------------------------------------------|
B|-------------------------------------------------|
G|-----12------8-----------------------------------|
D|-10--12--12--8-----------------------------------|
A|-10--10--12--10----------------------------------|
E|-8-------10--------------------------------------|
These all the chords used. You should be able to figure out the strumming
patterns, its
hard, the chorus is strummed with open strings (depends on what version of the
song your
this off of).
[Verse 1]
He talks about nothing using too many words
He talks revolution for an hour without using any verbs
She acts her age which is most of her problem
In love with everyone until she wakes up tomorrow
Another Saturday night
Another fucking shitty Saturday night
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm spinning in the next room
Slurring along to my isolation at the top of my lungs
I'm sitting here next to you
Sore throat from jokes about all the dumbest things I've done
I don't want to be anywhere at all
Here or at my house kicking at the wall
If home is where the heart is
Then I live in my upper chest
[Chorus]
I'm gonna drink until these tears
Start to taste like the cheap beer
I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears
Start to taste like the cheap beer
[Break]
[Verse 2]
The bottles are stacked like they show how we're different
And that maybe if we were sober we could explain what this all meant
But pints of Vodka don't write poetry
You can't rearrange crushed pills into melodies
But I swear to fuck;
That a brick through a broken Starbucks window means more
And I swear to fuck;
That we fight more systems when we're passed out on the floor
Than the words of Kropotkin ever could
And all the works of Karl Marx ever fucking could
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm puking in the next room
Sorry about the carpet, clean it up or your mom'll be mad
I'm pretending that I'm too good for you
So you can't see the worthless pathetic person I am
[Interlude]
Better to seem like an asshole
Than what you are
The billionth teenage boy with social problems
Who plays the guitar
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm not sure what I want you to say to me
But I know the look on your face that I want to see
If home is where the heart is
Then mine is a cigarette
[Chorus]
I'm gonna drink until these tears
Start to taste like the cheap beer
I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears
Start to taste like the cheap beer
[Break]
[Verse 3]
I'm not you and that's good enough for me
The only word that I use is FUCK!
So you can forget the dictionary
I can't tell what question you're asking
I don't care 'cause no is my answer
Another Saturday night
Against everything on a Saturday night
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm bleeding in the next room
Let it happen 'cause maybe the blood-loss will add to my high
I'm here beating up on you
'cause I'm just drunk enough to be sure that I'm ready to die
I don't care that you don't care that I don't care
The only card game I know is strip solitaire
If home is where the heart is
Then I got evicted this week
[Chorus]
I'm gonna drink until these tears
Start to taste like the cheap beer
I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears
Start to taste like the cheap beer
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version 4
Tuning:E A D G B E
Capo:no capo
[Verse]
C G Em F
He talks about nothing using too many words.
C G Em F C G Em F
He talks revolution for an hour without using any verbs.
C G Em F
She acts the rage which is most of her problem.
C G Em F
In love with everyone until she wakes up tomorrow.
C G Em F
Another Saturday night.
C G Em F
Another fucking shitty Saturday night.
[Bridge]
C Em
I'm sitting in the next room,
F G
Slurring along to my isolation
C
At the top of my lungs.
Em
I'm sitting here next to you.
F G
Sore throat from jokes about all the dumbest things I've done.
[Chorus]
C Am F G
I don't wanna, be anywhere at all
C Am F G
Here or at my house kicking at the wall
C Am
If home is where the heart is
F G
Then I live in my upper chest.
C G Dm
I'm gonna drink until these tears
F
Start to taste like the cheap beer.
C G Dm
I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears
F
Start to taste like the cheap beer.
[Verse]
C G Em F
The bottles are stacked like they show how we're different.
C G Em F
And that maybe if we were sober
C G Em F
We could explain what this all meant.
C G Em F
But pints of Vodka don't write poetry.
C G Em F
You can't rearrange crushed pills into melodies.
C G
But I swear to fuck;
Em F C
That a brick through a broken Starbucks window means more.
G
And I swear to fuck;
Em F C
That we fight more systems when we're passed out on the floor.
G
Than the words of Kropotkin ever could.
Em F
And all the works of Karl Marx ever fucking could.
[Verse]
C Em
I'm puking in the next room.
F
Sorry about the carpet,
G C
Clean it up or your mom'll be mad.
Em
I'm pretending that I'm too good for you.
F G
So you can't see the worthless pathetic person I am.
[Bridge]
C
Better to seem like an asshole,
G
Than what you are.
Em
The billionth teenage boy with social problems
F
To plays the guitar.
[Chorus]
C Am
I'm not sure what I want you to say to me.
F G
But I know the look on your face that I want to see.
C Am
If home is where the heart is
F G
Then mine is a cigarette.
C G Dm
I'm gonna drink until these tears
F
Start to taste like the cheap beer.
C G Dm
I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears
F
Start to taste like the cheap beer.
[Verse]
C G Em F
I'm not you and that's good enough for me.
C G Em F
The only word that I use is fuck,
C G Em F
So you can forget the dictionary.
[Bridge]
C G Em F
I can't tell what question you're asking.
C G Em F
I don't care 'cause no is my answer.
C G Em F
Another Saturday night.
C G Em F
Against everything on Saturday night.
[Verse]
C Em
I'm bleeding in the next room.
F G C
Let it happen 'cause maybe the blood-loss will add to my high.
Em
I'm here beating up on you.
F G
'cause I'm just drunk enough to be sure that I'm ready to die.
C Em F G
I don't care that you don't care that I don't care.
C Em F G
The only card game I know is strip solitaire.
[Chorus]
C Am
If home is where the heart is
F G
I got evicted this week.
C G Dm
I'm gonna drink until these tears
F
Start to taste like the cheap beer.
C G Dm
I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears
F
Start to taste like the cheap beer.
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