Fuck You

Get Dead

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Tom:
B E B F# B E B F# B F# B [Verse 1]
B E They told me to stop my drinking
B F# They told me no more women or booze
B E They told me no more late nights of cocaine
B F# B F# B Well I had to tell them fuck you
B E And I've had my share of hard times and hand cuffs
B F# Drunk tanks, court dates and county blues
B E And I've started more bar fights than I've finished
B F# B F# B But they all started with a fuck you
[Chorus]
E F# Well I don't give a god damn if this life leads us to hell
B E I don't give a shit if you don't like what we do
E B I got my friends and good times and that California sunshine
F# B F# B You can have the rest plus fuck you [Verse 2]
B E And I fall out of love just as quick as I fall in
B F# My broken heart is covered in tattoos
B E And the girls think I'm cute on the weekends
B F# B F# B But when Monday comes around and they tell me fuck you
B E And our tour van is just a rolling felony
B F# Percocets, Oxys, and mushrooms
B E But when we get pulled over by the god damn police
B F# B F# B We say well officer fuck you [Chorus]
E F# Well I don't give a god damn if this life leads us to hell
B E I don't give a shit if you don't like what we do
E B I got my friends and good times and that California sunshine
F# B F# B You can have the rest plus fuck you
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