The Profiteers Chords & Lyrics by The Lawrence Arms
The Profiteers
guitar chords lyrics
The Lawrence Arms
The Profiteers
Metropole
2014
Submitted by: [email protected]
Key: C
Tuning: Standard EADGBe
Chords used:
C - x32010
G - 320033
Am - x02210
F - 133211
G/B - x2x003
G7 - 320001
Verse 1:
C
Marching on my face
Am
Dancing on the grave
F
that I ain't even in
G(hold)
And pissing on my shoes
And fucking my marmalades
again And I'm choking on
C
the fumes of a promising
Am
youth That crumbled into
F
sloppy dusty doom once I
G
spread my wings and flew
Chorus 1:
F
But if it smells like shit
G
And it looks like shit
C
Then my friend you can
G/B Am
bet that we’d get rich
G F
off it And you can dream
G
it You can wrap it up and
C
give it to the girl
G/B
you've been loving
Am
Or just thinking about
G F
fucking it up And baby
G G(hold)
whoa whoa it's a crazy
C C
fucking world
Verse 2:
C
So the healthy white
baby to the trench coat
Am
moms Said the healthy
white baby what else
do you got? Said the
F
negro boy with his
heart outside And
G
that filthy cock
sucker that passed
out getting high
C
I drive all night
and you'll never
pull me over
Am
Even though I'm
always high
You won’t like me
when I'm sober
F
Cause I just check
my phone and sigh
Over and over and
G
over and over and
over and over
G
over and over and
over and over
G
over and over and
over and over
G
over and over and
over and over
G
over and over
and over
Bridge:
C
And I wanna pound bricks
G F
on a night like this
C
When I’m a hundred
G
miles or so from where
F
I should have been
C
I got nothing but time
G F
to kill so baby jump in
C
Let's go see the people
G
baby that we could have
F C
been These are the people
G
baby that we could
F
have been These are the
Am(hold) G(hold)
people that we maybe
F(hold) G7(hold)
should have been
Chorus 2:
F
If it smells like shit
G
And it looks like shit
C
Then there’s a guy that’s
G/B Am
gonna try to put his dick
G F
in it You can scream it
G
You can wrap it up and
C
sell it to the girl
G/B
you've been loving
Am
Or just dreaming
G
about you’re fucking
F G
And baby whoa
F G
And baby whoa
F G
And baby whoa
It's a crazy
Am C F G
fucking world
Chorus 3: Slower beat
F
If you can sceam it
G7
You can wrap it up
and sell it to the
C
girl you’ve been
G/B
loving Or just
Am
lying about
G F
you’re fucking baby
G
oh it’s a crazy
C(hold)
fucking world
