Androgynous

by Joan Jett

Intro:
G      D      Em     C

Verse:
G                     D
Here comes Dick, he's wearing a skirt
Em                             C
Here comes Jane you know she's sportin' a chain
G
Same hair, a revolution
D
Same build, evolution
Em                   C
Tomorrow who's gonna fuss?
         D                   C      G
And they love each other so, androgynous
D                     C
Closer than you know, love each other so, androgynous

     G                        D
Well don't get him wrong, and don't get him mad
   Em                       C
He might be a father but he sure ain't a dad
    G                  D
And she don't need the advice that is sent to her
Em                                  C
She's happy with the way she looks, she's happy with her gender
         D                   C      G
And they love each other so, androgynous
D                     C                     
Closer than you know, love each other so, androgynous


Bridge:
C                                           Em
Mirror image, see no damage, see no evil at all
C                                    Em
Cupie dolls and urine stalls will be laughed at
               D
The way you're laughed at now

G                       D
Something meets boy and something meets girl
     Em                              C
They both look the same, they're overjoyed in this world
G
Same hair, a revolution
D
Unisex, evolution
Em                   C
Tomorrow who's gonna fuss?

    G
And tomorrow Dick is wearing pants,
   D
Tomorrow Jane is wearing a dress
Em                       C
Future outcasts and they don't last
    G                      D
And today people dress the way that they please
Em                               C
They way they tried to do in the last centuries
         D                   C      G
And they love each other so, androgynous
D                     C             
Closer than you know, love each other so, androgynous

Bad Kids

by The Black Lips

C Am F G

CHORUS:
Bad Kids
All my friends are bad kids
Product of no dad kids
Kids like you and me
Bad Kids
Ain't no college grad kids
Livin' out on the skids
Kids like you and me

(In class) We are the minority
(Got no) Respect for authority
(And won't) Play well with others
(And steal) From all your mothers
(They'll try) To give us pills
(Oh wait) Give us all the pills
(Go cry) Mom has to go to court
(Dad won't) Pay his child support

Well, you gotta understand
We only do these things because
chorus...

(At home) He throws a hissy fit
(Time out) He don't give a shit
(Got drunk) Off all of grandma's schnapps
(Got caught) Runnin' from the cops
(Toilet) Paper in your yard
(Six Fs) On his report card
(Smoke cigs) In the bathroom stall
(Spray paint) A penis on the wall

Well, you gotta understand
We only do these things because,
chorus...

Beat On The Brat

by The Ramones

C F / C F G / Bb G / C F C F C Bb G

Intro: C F

C
Beat on the brat, beat on the brat Beat on the brat with a baseball bat
    F        G         C
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh

Beat on the brat, beat on the brat Beat on the brat with a baseball bat
    F        G         C
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh      

Chorus:
Bb  G  Bb  G            C
           What can you do
F             C
What can you do
F                 C
With a brat like that always on your back
              Bb
What can you lose
G                  C
      What can you do
F             C
What can you do
F                      C
     With a brat like that always on your back
              Bb    G       Bb      G
What can you lose          Lose


(Play intro again: C  F)
(repeat verse)
(repeat chorus)
(End with intro: C  F)

Blister in the Sun

by Violent Femmes

G C / Em C Em C D

When I'm a walkin' I strut my stuff
And I'm so strung out
I'm high as a kite I just might
Stop to check you out

CHORUS:
Let me go on
Like a blister in the sun
Let me go on
Big hands, I know you're the one

Body and beats I stain my sheets
I don't even know why
My girlfriend, she's at the end
She is starting to cry

Blitzkrieg Bop / Hybrid Moments

by Ramones / Misfits

F Bb C / F Bb F / Bb F / Bb G Bb C | C Am F C# C / Am G F, C G F G / end F G C

Songs structure for blitzkrieg bop:

hey ho,
1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3
1, 2
hey ho
into hybrid moments

Hey ho, let's go
Hey ho, let's go

(1)
They're forming in a straight line
They're going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds
The Blitzkrieg Bop

(2)
They're piling in the back seat
They're generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat
The Blitzkrieg Bop.

(3)
Hey ho, let's go
Shoot 'em in the back now
What they want, I don't know
They're all revved up and ready to go

----


C                                   Am
If you're gonna scream, scream with me
                        F    C#   C
Moments like this never last
C                           Am
When do creatures rape your face
                      F    C#   C
Hybrids opened up the door

Am        G
Ooh baby when you cry
             F
Your face is momentary
C             G                  F   G
You hide your looks behind these sca-ars

C
In hybrid moments
Am               F   C#   C
In hybrid moments
C
Give me a moment
Am               F   C#   C
Give me a moment

Ooh baby when you cry
Your face is momentary
You hide your looks behind these sca-ars

In hybrid moments
In hybrid moments

In hybrid moments
Give me a moment

Give me a moment
Give me a moment

Blood One

by Bikini Kill

CA BbB

CCCA  BbBbBbB
(C6 could maybe be used in place of A)

A-E-I-O don't owe you nothing
Nada, nunca
Nothing, never
I don't fit into your dumb words
Language is memory pushing through my skin
Bloody memory that filters everything
Blood is one
Hate is two
My pussy is three
That makes you four
Peace, love, and equality
Your terms
I don't fit into those words
Your alphabet is spelled with your blood
Your alphabet is spelled with our blood
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
I don't understand
I don't understand

Boxcar

by Jawbreaker

F Bb F Bb F Bb C Bb (2x)/ F G Bb F G Bb F Bb F Bb F G Bb F Bb F G A Bb D Bb F Bb F Bb

F          Bb        F           Bb
You're not punk, and I'm telling everyone
F         Bb        C         Bb
Save your breath I never was one
F          Bb  F        Bb
You don't know what I'm all about  
     F         Bb      C        Bb
Like watching Cops and reading Didion


F      G        Bb
My enemies are all too familiar.
F           G         Bb    
They're the ones who used to call me
F      Bb    F      Bb 
friend.
F        G      Bb
I'm coloring outside your guidelines.
F                               Bb              
I was passing out when you were passing out your
F     G     A      Bb
rules.

D                      Bb                    
One. Two. Three. Four. Who's punk what's the
F       Bb     F     Bb
score?
  
F      Bb         F       Bb
Got a friend, her name is Boxcar  
F     Bb       C        Bb
Cigarettes and beer in El Sob  
F            Bb    F        Bb
Her hair was blue, now it's green  
F          Bb        C         Bb
I like her mind, she hates the scene

F      G        Bb
My enemies are all too familiar.
F           G        Bb    
They're the ones who used to call me
F      Bb    F      Bb 
friend.
F        G      Bb
I'm coloring outside your guidelines.
F                               Bb              
I was passing out when you were passing out your
F     G     A      Bb
rules.
  
D                      Bb                    
One. Two. Three. Four. Who's punk what's the
F       Bb     F     Bb
score?

        F    Bb
You're all alone
        F    Bb
You're all alone
        F    Bb
You're all alone
       C       Bb
You're on your own  
        F    Bb
You're all alone
        F    Bb
You're all alone
        F    Bb
You're all alone
       C       Bb     F
You're on your own  

Braineaters

by Misfits

F Bb F C, F C Bb F / Bb F Bb C / end C F, C Bb F

F- - - - Bb- - - - F- - - - C- - - - Oi oi oi
F- - - - C- - - - Bb- - - -F 

F 		  	Bb 
Brains for dinner   Brains for lunch
F 		 	  C
Brains for breakfast   Brains for brunch
F 		  C
Brains at every single meal
Bb 		 	F
Why can't we have some guts   Oi oi oi

Bb 				      F
Brains are all we ever get       In this rotten fuckin' place, hey hey
 Bb 				      C
Brains are all we ever get       Why can't we have a change of pace

Brains for dinner
Brains for lunch
Brains for breakfast
Brains for brunch
Brains at every single meal
Why can't we have some guts, oi oi oi

      C                 F
Why can't we have some guts, oi oi oi
      C                   Bb(ring)    F
Why can't we have some rotten fuckin' guts

Oi oi oi oi oi oi oi oi oi oi oi...

Brand New Key

by Melanie

V: C/G7/C/F/G7 C: C/F/C/G7/C Tag (after 2nd verse): C/F/G7/C

C
I rode my bicycle past your window last night
G7
I roller skated to your door at daylight
C
Sometimes I think that you're avoiding me
F                             G7
I'm okay alone but you've got something I need

CHORUS:
C
I've got a brand new pair of roller skates
C
You've got a brand new key
C
I think that we should get together and try them on to see
F
I've been looking around a while
F
You've got something for me
G7  C
Oh, I've got a brand new pair of roller skates
G7                     C
You've got a brand new key

I ride my bike, I roller skate, don't drive no car
Don't go too fast but I go pretty far
For someone who don't drive I've been all around the world
Some people say I done alright for a girl

CHORUS

I asked your mother if you were at home
She said yes, but you weren't alone
Sometimes I think that you're avoiding me
I'm okay alone but you've got something I need

CHORUS

Career Opportunity

by The Clash

In: GGGD V: GCDG/CD Ch: GDEG/GGGD Out: GBbCD

Intro:
G   D G   D G   D G   D

Verse 1:
     G              C                      D     G
They offered me the office, offered me the shop
     G              C                   D     G
They said I'd better take anything they got
       C
Do you wanna make the at the BBC?
                                          D
Do you wanna be, do you really wanna be a cop?

Chorus:
  G         D             E              G
Career opportunities, the ones that never knock
G              D           E               G
Every job they offer is to keep you out the dock
  G         D             E              G   D G   D
Career opportunities, the ones that never knock

Verse 2:
G                     C          D G
I hate the army and I hate the R.A.F.
G                   C                       D  G
I don't wanna go a-fighting in the tropical heat
C
I hate the Civil Service rules
                                  D
And I won't open letter bombs for you

Chorus

Verse 3:
G                      C           D    G
They're gonna have to introduce conscription
G                     C               D    G
They're gonna have to take away my perscription
C
If they wanna get me makin' toys
                                     D
If they wanna get me, well, I got no choice

Chorus

Outro:
 G Bb C D
Career
 G Bb C D
Career
 G Bb C D                G
Career  An' I never wanna knock

Cherry Bomb

by The Runaways

D F / A C DGD

D                                        F
Can't stay at home, can't stay at school
D                                  F
Old folks say, ya poor little fool
D                                      F
Down the street I'm the girl next door
D
I'm the fox you've been waiting for


A                 C
Hello Daddy, hello Mom
         D           G  D
I'm your ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb
A                   C
Hello world I'm your wild girl
         D           G  D           G
I'm your ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb

D                                     F
Stone age love and strange sounds too
Come on baby let me get to you
Bad nights cause'n teenage blues
Get down ladies you've got nothing to lose

CHORUS

LEAD

CHORUS

( Modulates to  "E" )

E                              G
Hey street boy whats your style
Your dead end dreams don't make you smile
I'll give ya something to live for
Have ya, grab ya til your sore

B                 D
Hello Daddy, hello Mom
         E          A  E
I'm your ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb
B                   D
Hello world I'm your wild girl
         E          A  E         A
I'm your ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb

E         A
cherry bomb     X4

Cherry Bomb

Chocolate Jesus

by Tom Waits

Em Am Em B7 (Em) / Em Am Em B7

       Em                                                  Am
Well I dont go to church on sunday, dont get on my knees to pray
                               Em      B7
Dont memorize the books of the Bible, I got my own special way
Em                                            Am
I know Jesus loves me, maybe just a little bit more
                         Em         B7
I fall on my knees every Sunday at Zerelda Lee's candy store
          Em                                              Am
Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus, make me feel good inside
                      Em    B7          Em
Got to be a chocolate Jesus, keep me satisfied

Em                                                    Am
Well I don't want no Abba Zabba, don't want no almond joy
                    Am     B7
There ain't nothing better suitable for this boy

              Em
Well it's the only thing that can pick me up
                     Am
Better than a cup of gold
                     Em        B7         Em
See only a chocolate Jesus can satisfy my soul

         Am                                       
When the weather gets rough and it's whiskey in the shade
                                    Em
It's best to wrap your savior up in cellophane
   Am                                  
He flows like the big muddy but thats ok 
B7
Pour him over ice cream for a nice parfait

          Em                                           Am
Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus, good enough for me
                      Em     B7              Em
Got to be a chocolate Jesus, good enough for me
          Em                                              Am
Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus, make me feel good inside
                      Em    B7          Em
Got to be a chocolate Jesus, keep me satisfied

Clash City Rockers

by The Clash

Verse: C Bb F Bb / G F G C Chorus: Am G / F... CGC

C Bb F Bb
G F G C 

Verse 1:
      C              Bb           F          Bb
An' I wanna move the town to the Clash City Rockers,
    G             F        G         C   
You need a little jump of electrical shockers
You better leave town if you only wanna knock us;
Nothing stands the pressure of the Clash City Rockers

Verse 2:
You see the rate they come down the escalator
Now listen to the tube train accelerator
Then you realize that you got to have a purpose
Or this place is gonna knock you out sooner or later

Chorus:
         Am                           G
So don't complain about your useless employment
        F              C     G C
Jack it in...forever tonight
Or shut your mouth, and pretend you enjoy it
Think of all...the money you've got

Verse 3:
An' I wanna liquefy everybody gone dry
Or plug into the aerials that poke up in the sky
Or burn down the suburbs with the half-closed eyes
You won't succeed unless you try

Chorus x1

C

Bridge:
    F        G            C            F
You owe me a move say the bells of St. Groove
     F       E              D             C
Come on and show me say the bells of Old Bowie
F         G              C             F 
When I am fitter say the bells of Gary Glitter
   F              E          D                  C
No one but you and I say the bells of Prince Far-I
   F              E          D                  C
No one but you and I say the bells of Prince Far-I

lil' paws

Verse 1 x1

Cosmetic Plague

by Rudimentary Peni

C F# G D# // outro: D# D C# C

This is literally one riff all the way through the song and then three chords' worth of outro--the intro is the riff much slower, once. The tricky part is that the riff is C F# G D#. Oh no! How do you play that?! With barres: 
A form (barre 3) / F form (barre 1) / F form (barre 2) / C form (barre 3)

Being honest is no means of survival 
Avoid your inner feelings like the plague 
This is what it takes to comply with the images 
This structure will accomodate 
But things aren't what they seem when they're partially hidden 
Behind walls of pretense built for peace of mind 
The barriers between us are forever maintained 
By our acceptance of the roles others choose to define 

In a world of competition life's portrayed as a contest 
Where we're forced to live by making gains at others expense 
But no one's really gaining when perpetual conflict 
Is the result of our relationships based on pretense 
We don't need this cultural cosmetic division 
It upholds the self-interest on which the system feeds 
A deconditioned consciousness of mutual respect 
Is the only way to cure this cosmetic disease

C F# G D#
C F# G D# D C# C [last four chords are all the C form, starting with barre 3 and then sliding the barre down step by step]

Courtin' in the Kitchen

by

GGGD GGCD GGGG CGAmD / GGGD GGDG

[G]Come single belle and beau, unto me pay [D] attention
[G] Don't ever fall in love, it's the[C] devil's own [D] invention.
For[G] once I fell in love with a maiden so bewitchin'
Miss[C] Henrietta[G] Bell, down in Captain[Am] Kelly's[D] kitchen

chorus
With mi[G] toora loora la, my toora loora[D] laddy
Mi [G] toora loora la, li[D] and mi toora loora[G] laddy.

At the age of seventeen, I was 'prenticed to a grocer
Not far from Stephen's Green, where Miss Henri used to go, sir
Her manners were so fine, she set me heart a-twitchin'
She invited me to a party in the kitchen.

Next Sunday was the day we were to have the flare-up
I dressed myself quite gay, an' I frizzed and oiled my hair up
The Captain had no wife, he had gone out a-fishin'
She groped me on the stairs beneath the old man's kitchen.

She went up to her room I said good Lord almighty 
She came back down the stairs wearin nothing but her night
With my arms around my waist, she slyly hinted marriage
To the door in haste came Captain Kelly's carriage!

When the Captain came downstairs, and seen my situation
In spite of all my prayers I was marched off to the station
For me they'd take no bail, tho' to get home I was itchin'
And I had to tell the tale of how I got in the kitchen.

I said she did invite me, but she gave a flat denial
For so she did indict me, and I was sent for trial.
She swore I robbed the house, in spite of all her screechin'
And I got six months hard, for my courtin' in the kitchen.

Cretin Hop

by Ramones

Riff C C C Bb / F C F C / G C G C

Csus4: 0013

Intro riff:
C- Csus4- C- - |C- - Bb- - |

F					    C
There's no stoppin' the cretins from hoppin'
F						   C
You gotta keep it beatin' for all the hoppin' cretins
G   C	G    C
Cretin! Cretin!

I'm gonna go for a whirl with my cretin girl
My feet won't stop, doin' the Cretin Hop
Cretin! Cretin!

Riff x2

1-2-3-4 	Cretins wanna hop some more

Riff x1

4-5-6-7	All good cretins go to heaven 

Riff x4

Crimson Wave

by Tacocat

F Dm / G C (F) /Bb Gm Fx2 A Cx2

F
It’s that time, that time of the month
Well I woke up early and I got a hunch
Dm
Gonna head on down to the beach today, surf all my girl probs away
F
‘Cause all I wanna do is cry, ask mother nature why why why
Dm
Listen to the Cramps on my stereo, turn it up as loud as it will go

CHORUS:
G                    C
Surfin’, surfin’ the wave
G                 C
All the girls are surfin’ the wave
G           C                 F
Surfin’ the crimson wave today

F
Gonna call in sick to work, I don’t care, my boss is a jerk
Dm
Can’t believe all the pain I’m in, get me white wine and vicodin
F
Call my girls see if they wanna go, take their minds off dumb aunt flo
Dm
Sew a scarlet letter on my bathing suit, ‘cause I’ve got sharks in hot pursuit

CHORUS

Bb                 Gm       F
There are communists in the summer house
Bb                 Gm       F
There are communists in the summer house

A               C
Offer them some primrose tea,
A                   C
if you need me, you know where I’ll be

CHORUS

Deceptacon

by Le Tigre

G F C Bb

Intro:
G F C Bb x2

G             F
Every day and night
C             Bb
Every day and night
G            F                  C                Bb
I can see yr disco disco dik is sucking my heart out of my mind
I'm outta time, I'm outta fuckin time
I'm a gasoline gut with a vaseline mind but
Wanna disco? Wanna see me disco?
Let me hear you depoliticize my rhyme
One, two, three, four
You got what you been asking for
Yr so policy free and yr fantasy wheels and everything you think
And everything you feel is alright,
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright 

I take you home now watch me get you hot
Yr just a parrot when yr screaming
And yr shouting "More crackers please, more crackers please"
You want what you want but you don't wanna be on yr knees
Who does your/ who does your hair? 

Who took the Bomp from the Bompalompalomp? 
Who took the Ram from the Ramalamading dong? 
Who took the Bomp from the Bompalompalomp? 
Who took the Ram from the Ramalamading dong? 

You bought a new van the first year of yr band
Yr cool and I hardly wanna say "not"
Because I'm so bored that I'd be entertained
Even by a stupid fuckin linoleum floor, linoleum floor
Yr lyrics are dumb like a linoleum floor
I'll walk on it
I'll walk all over you
Walk on it, walk on it, walking one, two
Who? Who? Who? Who? 

Who took the Bomp from the Bompalompalomp? 
Who took the Ram from the Ramalamading dong? 
Who took the Bomp from the Bompalompalomp? 
Who took the Ram from the Ramalamading dong?

Devil's Dance Floor

by Flogging Molly

Am Am C Em (Am)

Am Am C Em
Am Am C Em
Am Am C Em
Am Am C-Em-Am

Am
Her breath began to speak
       C              Em
As she stood right in front of me
Am
The colour of her eyes
         C         Em
Were the colour of insanity
Am
Crushed beneath her wave
       C                           Em
Like a ship, I could not reach the shore
Am                            C       Em    Am
We're all just dancers on the Devil's Dance Floor

Chorus:
Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, a little more next to me
Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor

Pressed against her face
I could feel her insecurity
Her mother'd been a drunk
And her father was obscurity
But nothin' ever came
From a life that was a simple one
So pull yourself together girl
And have a little fun

Well she took me by the hand
I could see she was a fiery one
Her legs ran all the way
Up to Heaven and past Avalon
Tell me somethin' girl, what it is you have in store
She said come with me now
On the Devil's Dance Floor

Chorus

The apple now is sweet
Oh much sweeter than it ought to be
Another little bite
I don't think there is much hope for me
The sweat beneath her brow
Travels all the way
An' headin' south
This bleedin' hearts cryin'
Cause there's no way out

Chorus x2
       C          Em       Am      Em Am
On the Devil's... Dance... Floor

Dreams Come True

by Hall and Oates

F / F Bb / Gm C F Bb C F / Bb F C / Bb Gm C

Start with four measures of F

  Verse: F Bb
What I want you've got
And it might be hard to handle
Like the flame that burns the candle
The candle feeds the flame

What I've got's full stock
Of thoughts and dreams that scatter
You pull them all together
And how I can't explain


  Chorus: Gm C F Bb C F/
Well, well you
You make my dreams come true
Well, well, well you (Oooh –ooh!)
You make my dreams come true


On a night when bad dreams
Become a screamer
When they're messin' with the dreamer
I can laugh it in the face

Twist and shout my way out
And wrap yourself around me
'Cause I ain't the way you found me
And I'll never be the same


CHORUS
...Listen to this

Bridge: Bb F C (x2) Bb Gm C
I'm down on my daydream
Oh, that sleepwalk should be
Over by now, I know


CHORUS

Drinking Song

by The Gits

F# C / A Ab F# / A Ab F# / A# F# B E / B A# B E B A# F#

F#         C        F#    C
I tend to drink too much sometimes 
F#         C        F#    C
I fall a little drunk on my face 
F#         C        F#    C
I get up I brush up I head to the bar 
F#         C        F#        C
For another round with all of my friends 

A              Ab           F#     
Here's to em, To all of my friends 
A              Ab           F# 
Here's to em, To all of my friends yeah 
A              Ab           F# 
Here's to em, To all of my friends 
A                    Ab                       F# 
Here's to the bloody bastards, the best of my friends 

F#             C        F#              C
Step up to the bar we tip the bartender bucks
F#         C        F#    C
Keep 'em filled to the rim 
F#               C        F#           C
There might be a bit of a brawl that breaks out 
F#         C        F#       C
But we always leave when we should 

A              Ab           F#     
Here's to em, To all of my friends 
A              Ab           F# 
Here's to em, To all of my friends yeah 
A              Ab           F# 
Here's to em, To all of my friends 
A          Ab                F#     C  F#
Gotta love 'em, my fuckin' friends

Ab                               F#
So with this pint I toast to you 
Ab                                     F#      
to all of my friends keep healthy and good 
Ab                                F#
I clench it tight and I raise it high 
Ab                                                    F#
May the spirits runneth over and drinks never be denied 
B                                      E
I know work is the worst part of the day 
B                                    E
But when you get out the fun will pay 
B                             E
So now drink with me to no end 
B
'Cause here we are with the best of our friends 

instrumental break
B   Ab   B   E  B  Ab F# x 2

F#         C        F#    C
I tend to drink too much sometimes 
F#         C        F#    C
I fall a little drunk on my face 
F#         C        F#    C
I get up I brush up I head to the bar 
F#         C        F#        C
For another round with all of my friends 

A              Ab           F#     
Here's to em, To all of my friends 
A              Ab           F# 
Here's to em, To all of my friends yeah 
A              Ab           F# 
Here's to em, To all of my friends 
A              Ab                       F# 
Cos all I got left in the end are my friends 
F#  C  F# C end.

Forbidden Zone / Angelfuck

by The Misfits

C A F G / F G / C F G | Riff C F / C F / Am G F G

C                               A
   Some say that's where man began
A                       F
On this wasted piece of land
         F               G
Where evolution's yet to show
   G      C
Forbidden zone

         C           A
Blasting into outer space
    A             F
The planet of the apes
   F              G
Evolution's one hero

F
  Crossing a plane into another dimension
G
  A million years into the future
F
  Crossing a path into another dimension
G
We, the unseen

C                               F       G
  Back on earth it's all you'll read about
C                      F  G
  All the evidence destroyed

C                           F      G
  Maps and legends mark the firewalls
F            G    
We, the lost abandoned saviors
F            G                 C
We shall sustain the Forbidden Zone

NOTE: On "Zone", we proceed immediately to the intro riff for Angelfuck.
       C
Little angelfuck 
                                    F
It's a shame that luck is the only thing 
         C
Did you like the fun 
                                    F
Did you like the times that they promise you 

Am
Open wounds on your breath 
G
Little angel in red 
F                             G
Seems there's nothin new anymore

Little angelfuck 
I seen you going down on a fireplug 
Little angelfuck 
Size for everyone 

Let those bastards believe 
Dry your thighs in relief 
Seems there's nothin new anymore

Riff

Little angelfuck 
I seen you going down on a fireplug 
Oh, little angelfuck 
Size for everyone 

Let those bastards believe 
Dry your thighs in relief
Seems there's nothin new anymore

Riff (end on F)

Fuck you I'm Drunk

by Flogging Molly

GGCG GGD[G|D]

Verse 1:

  G                        C            G
I bang on the door, but she won't let me in
G                                  D     
'Cause you're sick and tired of me reeking of gin
G                              C            G
You lock all the doors from the front to the back
G                          D           G
And left me a note telling me I should pack

G                        C           G
I walk in the bar and the fella's all cheer
G             D
Order me up a whiskey and beer
G                    C             G
If you ask me why I'm singing this song
G                    D             G
Some call it tavern, but I call it home



Chorus:
G                  C            G
Fuck you I'm Drunk, Fuck you I'm drunk
G                                    D
Pour my beer down the sink, I've got more in the trunk
G                  C            G
Fuck you I'm drunk, Fuck you I'm drunk
G                                D             G
And I'm gonna be drunk 'till the next time I'm drunk



Verse 2:
You've given me an option, you said I must choose
'tween you an' the liquor, then I'll take the booze
I'm jumpin' on Western down to the southside
Where I'll sit down and exercise my Irish Pride

Chorus

Goin out in Style

by Dropkick Murpys

Bb Bb Eb Eb - Bb Bb F F - Bb Bb Eb Eb - F F F F

 Bb                       Eb            F
I've seen a lot of sights and traveled many miles
Bb                           Ebm            Eb
Shook a thousand hands and seen my share of smiles
Bb                                 Eb                F
I've caused some great concern and told one too many lies
Bb                                    F
And now I see the world through these sad, old, jaded eyes

(Toucan Sam joins in)
Bb                             Eb
So what if I threw a party and all my friends were there?
Bb                         F
Acquaintances, relatives, the girls who never cared
Bb                                         Eb
You'll have a host of rowdy hooligans in a big line out the door
F
Side by side with Sister Barbara, Chief Wells and Bobby 'Orr
Bb
I'd invite the Flannigans
Eb
Replace the window you smashed out
Bb                           F
I'd apologize the Sluggo for pissing on his couch
Bb                           Eb
I'll see Mrs. McAuliffe and so many others soon
F
Then I'll say I'm sorry for what I did sleepwalking in her room

Bb                              Eb
So what if I threw a party and invited Mayor Menino?
Bb
He'd tell you to get a permit
F
Well this time Tom I don't think so
Bb
It's a neighborhood reunion
Eb
But now we'd get along
F
Van Morrison would be there and he'd sing me one last song
Bb                                    Eb
With a backup band of bass players to keep us up all night
Bb
Three handsome four string troubadours
F
And Newton's own Fat Mike
Bb                                    Eb
I'll be in the can having a smoke with Garv and Johnny Fitz
F
But there's a back up in the bathroom
F
Cause the Badger's got the shits


Chorus:
Bb                               Eb
You may bury me with an enemy in Mount Calvary
Bb                              F
You can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey
Bb                                 Eb
Roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile
F
I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style
Bb                            Eb
You can take my urn to Fenway spread my ashes all about
Bb              
Or you can bring me down to Wolly Beach
F
And dump the sucker out
Bb                            Eb          
Burn me to a rotten crisp and toast me for a while
F
I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style

Bb
Make me up dress me up
Eb
Feed me a big old shot
Bb
Of embalming fluid highballs
F
So I don't start to rot
Bb
Now take me to McGreevy's
Eb
I wanna buy one final round
F
That cheap prick would peel an orange in his pocket
F
Then hurry up and suck 'em down

Bb
If there's a god the girls you loved
Eb
Will all come walking through the door
Bb                                      F
Maybe they'll feeld bad for me and this stiff will finally score
Bb
You've got the bed already
Eb
And the nerve and courage too
F
Cause I've be slugging from
F
A stash of Desi Queally's 1980s
F
Bathtub brew

Repeat Chorus--

Spread my ashes all about
Dump the sucker out
Toast me for a while
I'm going out in style

Happy Birthday

by The Ramones

CG GC CF GC

Riff on C!  (Like 

C                 G
happy birthday to you (HAPPY BIRTHDAY)
G                 C
happy birthday to you (HAPPY BIRTHDAY)
C               F
happy birthday [_____]
      G           C
happy birthday to you (TO YOU)

Heaven

by Talking Heads

D Em A G D / Bm Am C G

D                  Em
 Everyone is trying  to get to the bar    
A                G                       D
 The name of the bar, the bar is called heaven
D                   Em   
 The band in heaven    plays my favorite song
A                   G                             D
 They play it once again, they play it all night long


### Chorus
Bm                     Am
Heaven... Heaven is a place... 
                C                       G
a place where nothing... nothing ever happens

Bm                     Am
Heaven... Heaven is a place... 
                C                       G
a place where nothing... nothing ever happens


### Verse

There is a party, everyone is there
Everyone will leave at exactly the same time
It's hard to imagine that nothing at all
Could be so exciting, could be so much fun

Repeat Chorus:


### Verse

When this kiss is over it will start again
It will not be any different, it will be exactly the same
It's hard to imagine that nothing at all
could be so exciting, could be so much fun

Repeat Chorus plus 
"heaven is a place, a place where nothing, nothing ever happens."

end on G

Higher and Higher

by Jackie Wilson

C F Dm C

Your love, lifting me higher
Than i've ever been lifted before
So keep it it up
Quench my desire
And i'll be at your side, forever more

[Chorus]
You know your love (your love keeps lifting me)
Keep on lifting (love keeps lifting me)
Higher (lifting me)
Higher and higher (higher)
I said your love (your love keeps lifting me)
Keep on (love keeps lifting me)
Lifting me (lifting me)
Higher and higher (higher)

Now once, I was down hearted
Disappointment, was my closest friend
But then you, came and it soon departed
And you know he never
Showed his face again

[Chorus]

I'm so glad, i've finally found you
Yes that one, in a million girls
And I whip, my loving arms around you
I can stand up, and face the world

[Chorus till fade] 

Hotel Yorba

by White Stripes

G/C/D

      G
I was watching
         C                 
With one eye on the other side
       D
I had fifteen people telling me to move
          G
I've got moving on my mind
          G
I found shelter 
          C
In some thoughts turning wheels around 
       D
I said 39 times that I love you 
        G
To the beauty I had found 

         G
Well its 1 2 3 4 
Take the elevator 
        C
At the Hotel Yorba 
I'll be glad to see you later 
D                          G
 All they got inside is vacancy 

I been thinking 
Of a little place down by the lake 
They got a dirty little road leading up to the house 
I wonder how long it will take till we're alone 
Sitting on the front porch of that home 
Stomping our feet on the wooden boards 
Never gotta worry about locking the door 

Well its 1 2 3 4 
Take the elevator 
At the Hotel Yorba 
I'll be glad to see you later 
All they got inside is vacancy 

You'll prob'ly say I'm silly 
For thinking childish thoughts like these 
But I'm so tired of acting tough
And I'm gonna do as I please
Let's get married 
In a big cathedral by a priest 
'Cause if I'm the man you love the most 
You can say i do at least 

Well its 1 2 3 4 
Take the elevator 
At the Hotel Yorba 
I'll be glad to see you later 
All they got inside is vacancy 

And its 4 5 6 7 
Grab your umbrella 
Grab hold of me 
'Cause I'm your favorite fella 
All they got inside is vacancy 

I wanna be your boyfriend

by Ramones

CFG/ Am F

Intro: C F G (2x)

C                F                           
Hey, little girl                             
  G             C         F G               
I wanna be your boyfriend                   
C                 F                          
Sweet little girl                            
  G             C         F G                
I wanna be your boyfriend                    
                                             
      Am            F                          
      Do you love me babe?                       
      Am         F                             
      What do you say?                         
      Am            F                         
      Do you love me babe?                      
      Am         F   C                         
      What can I say?                           
F         G             C         F G    
Because I wanna be your boyfriend.        
C                F                                                 
Hey, little girl 
  G             C         F G   
I wanna be your boyfriend  
C                 F    
Sweet little girl 
  G             C         F G
I wanna be your boyfriend   
C                F                                                 
Hey, little girl 
  G             C         F G   
I wanna be your boyfriend  

      Am            F      
      Ooo ooo ooo ooo
      Am         F                  
      Ooo ooo ooo ooo
      Am            F                 
      Ooo ooo ooo ooo
      Am         F  C                
      Ooo ooo ooo   ah  
                                             
F                     G
We're no strangers to love 
F                      G
You know the rules and so do I 
F                            G 
A full commitment's what I'm thinking of
F                          G  
You wouldn't get this from any other guy  

F                G
I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling 
F              G 
Gotta make you understand  

F           G  
Never gonna give you up  
Em          Am
Never gonna let you down 
F           G   
Never gonna run around 
and desert you  
Never gonna make you cry  
Never gonna say goodbye  
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

F         G             C          
Because I wanna be your boyfriend.           
F         G             C

I Wanna Be Your Joey Ramone

by Sleater Kinney

Intro and verses: B G E D, Chorus: F# B

B  G E  D

B    G    E   D
it's fine
B         G      E    D
when it's all mine
B         G           E        D
it's on my wall, it's in my head
B         G           E        D
memorize it till i'm dead
B         G           E        D
it's yours,   
B         G           E        D
now i'm so bored

F#                      B  
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, i wanna be your joey ramone
F#                      B  
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, pictures of me on your bedroom door
F#                      B  
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, invite you back after the show
F#                      B  
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, i'm the queen of rock and roll

B         G           E        D
i just don't care
B         G           E        D
are you that scared?
B         G           E        D
i swear they're looking right at me
B         G           E        D
pushed to the front so i can see
B         G           E        D
it's what i thought
B         G           E        D
it's rock'n'roll

F#                      B
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, i wanna be your thurston moore
F#                      B
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, wrestle on the bedroom floor
F#                      B
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, always leave me wanting more
F#                      B
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, throw away those old records

B    G    E D
It's fine, 
B    G         E  D
'cos it's all mine

Janie Jones

by The Clash

G / C G C D

Chorus:
[G]He's in love with rock 'n' roll whoa
He's in love with gettin' stoned whoa
He's in love with Janie Jones whoa
But he don't like his boring job, no
X2

Verse 1:
[C]And he knows what he's got to do
He knows he's gotta have fun with [G]you You lucky lady!
[C]And he knows when the evening comes
When his job is done he'll be over in his car for [D]you

Chorus
[G]He's in love with rock 'n' roll whoa
He's in love with gettin' stoned whoa
He's in love with Janie Jones whoa
But he don't like his boring job, no
X2

Verse 2:
[C]And in the in-tray lots of work
But the boss at the firm always thinks he [G]shirks
[C]But he's just like everyone
He's got a Ford Cortina that just won't run without [D]fuel
Fill 'er up, Jacko!

Chorus
[G]He's in love with rock 'n' roll whoa
He's in love with gettin' stoned whoa
He's in love with Janie Jones whoa
But he don't like his boring job, no
X2

Verse 3:
[C]And the invoice, it don't quite fit
There's no payola in his alphabetical [G]file
'Cept for the government, man!
[C]This time he's gonna really tell the boss
He's gonna really let him know exactly how he [D]feels
It's pretty bad!

Chorus:
[G]He's in love with rock 'n' roll whoa
He's in love with gettin' stoned whoa
He's in love with Janie Jones whoa
But he don't like his boring job, no
X2

Just Like Heaven

by The Cure

G D Am C / Em F C D

Intro: G D Amin C


 G                               D
"Show me show me Show me how you do that trick
    Amin              C
The one that makes me scream" she said
     G                 D
"The one that makes me laugh" she said
    Amin            C
And threw her arms around my neck
 G               D
"Show me how you do it
      Amin          C
And I promise you I promise that
           G                D
I'll run away with you
          Amin              C
I'll run away with you"

G D Amin C

G                D 
Spinning on that dizzy edge
  Amin                C
I kissed her face and kissed her head
    G                   D               Amin
And dreamed of all the different ways I had
            C
To make her glow
G               D               Amin
"Why are you so far away?" she said
               C                     G            D
"Why won't you ever know that I'm in love with you
            Amin           C
That I'm in love with you"

Em
You
F
Soft and only
Em
You
F
Lost and lonely
Em
You
F
Strange as angels
C
Dancing in the deepest oceans
D
Twisting in the water
You're just like a dream

G D Amin C (2x)

G                  D
Daylight licked me into shape
  Amin             C
I must have been asleep for days
    G              D
And moving lips to breathe her name
  Amin         C
I opened up my eyes
    G             D
And found myself alone alone
 Amin         C
Alone above a raging sea
     G              D
That stole the only girl I loved
    Amin               C
And drowned her deep inside of me

Em
You
F
Soft and only
Em
You
F
Lost and lonely
Em
You
F                   C
Just like heaven

Kill the Poor

by Dead Kennedys

riff C / C Am F G

Efficiency and progress is ours once more
Now that we have the Neutron bomb 
It's nice and quick and clean and gets things done 
Away with excess enemy 
But no less value to property 
No sense in war but perfect sense at home

The sun beams down on a brand new day 
No more welfare tax to pay 
Unsightly slums gone up in flashing light 
Jobless millions whisked away 
At last we have more room to play 
All systems go to kill the poor tonight 

Gonna 
Kill kill kill kill kill the poor
Kill kill kill kill kill the poor 
Let's kill kill kill kill kill the poor tonight 

Behold the sparkle of champagne 
The crime rate's gone 
Feel free again 
O' life's a dream with you, Miss Lily White 
Jane Fonda on the screen today 
Convinced the liberals it's okay 
So let's get dressed and dance away the night 

While they
Kill kill kill kill kill the poor
Kill kill kill kill kill the poor 
Let's kill kill kill kill kill the poor tonight 

Knowledge

by Operation Ivy

C Bb F

C
I know things are gettin tough when you
Bb                       F
cant get the top off the bottom of the barrel.
C
Wide open road of my future
Bb      F
now its lookin fuckin narrow.

  Chorus:
C
All i know is that i dont know
Bb                   F
All i know is that i dont know nothin.
C
All i know is that i dont know
Bb                   F
All i know is that i dont know nothin.


We're gettin
taught to decide
just like as if
i'm not gonna change my mind

CHORUS
SOLO

C
What you gonna do with yourself
Bb                    F
Boy better make up your mind.
C
What you gonna do with yourself
       Bb            F
you're runnin out of time.

SOLO
CHORUS (quiet, then louder) x2
and that's fine!

Koka Kola

by The Clash

G Bm Am / G (C-Em-C) D / B7 Em

Elevator! Going up!

       G
In the gleaming corridor of the 51st floor
                             Bm               Am
The money can be made if you really want some more
G
Executive decision-a clinical precision
                         Bm              Am
Jumping from the windows-filled with indecision

G                          C           D
I get good advice from the advertising world
G                      Em    D
Treat me nice says the party girl
G              C                 D
Koke adds life where there isn't any
   G            G
So freeze, man, freeze

G
It's the pause that refreshes in the corridors of power
                                Bm               Am
When top men need a top up long before the happy hour
G
Your snakeskin suit and your alligator boot
                                      Bm               Am
You won't need a launderette, you can send them to the vet!

G                        C           D
I get my advice from the advertising world
G                      Em    D
Treat me nice says the party girl
G              C                 D
Koke adds life where there isn't any
   G            G
So freeze, man, freeze

B7                        Em
Koka Kola advertising and kokaine
B7                                 Em
Strolling down the Broadway in the rain
B7              Em
Neon light sign says it
B7                             Em
I read it in the paper-they're crazy!

G               C     D
Suit your life, maybe so
G                  Em D
In the White House -  I know
G                             C            D
All Over Berlin (they've been doing it for years)
       G
And in Manhattan!

G
Coming through the door is a snub-nose 44
                                   Bm             Am
What the barrel can't snort it can spatter on the floor
     G
Your eyeballs feel like pinballs
And your tongue feels like a fish
You're leaping from the windows-saying
Bm            Am
Don't give me none of this!!!

G                       C           D
Koke adds life says the advertising world
G                 Em    D
Treat me nice-the party girl
G              C                 D
Koke adds life where there isn't any
   G            G
So freeze, man, freeze

Hit the deck!

NOTE: Intro is spoken "Elevator, going up!", then starting together on the down stroke of "gleaming corridor".  When you say "freeze", we stop strumming (except for the next "freeze"), then jump in at the next chord.  Similarly for "Manhattan", but not for "they're crazy".

Merry Christmas

by Ramones

[intro]

C                  F             G  
Merry Christmas, I don't want to fight tonight with

C/B  (X4)

C                   F             G
Merry Christmas, I don't want to fight tonight
Merry Christmas, I don't want to fight tonight
Merry Christmas, I don't want to fight tonight with you

C F C   G

[verse]

C               F       G 
Where is Santa? And his sleigh?   
C                 F           G
Tell me why is it always this way? 
C                 F        G  
Where is Rudolph? Where is Blitzen, baby? 
C                F                 G
Merry Christmas, merry merry merry Christmas  
C                    F               G      
All the children are tucked in their beds   
C                  F                G
Sugar-plum fairies dancing in their heads
C                  F           G
Snowball fighting, so exciting baby

C F C   

[chorus]

F          Fm 
I love you and you love me
C              C7
And that's the way it's got to be
F           Fm      
I knew that from the start    
       D                                     G   
'cause Christmas ain't the time for breaking each other's hearts

[repeat verse]

C F C       

[chorus]

[outro]

C                  F             G
Merry Christmas, I don't want to fight tonight with
Merry Christmas, I don't want to fight tonight with
C                  F             G                  C
Merry Christmas, I don't want to fight tonight with you

Minnie the Moocher

by Cab Calloway

V: Em/B7/Em/C7/B7/Em C: Em O: Em/C7/B7/Em

Em C7 B7

Em                            B7         Em
Folks! Here's the story 'bout Minnie the Moocher
C7                B7      Em
she was a red hot hoochie coocher
Em                    B7       Em
she was the roughest, toughest frail
C7                             B7       Em
but Minnie had a heart just as big as a whale

Em
(Hi de hos)

She messed around with a bloke named Smokey
she loved him, though he was coke-y
he took her down to Chinatow
and he showed her how to kick the gong a round

(Hi de hos)

She had a dream about the King of Swede
he gave her things that she was needin'
gave her a home built of gold and stee
a diamond car, with the platinum wheels

(Hi de hos)

He gave her a townhouse and his racing horse
each meal she ate was a dozen courses
she had a million dollars worth of nickels and dimes
she sat around and counted them a million times

Poor Min Poor Min Poor Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin

Mystery Dance

by Elvis Costello

F G / G C D C G

Verse:
Romeo was restless, he was ready to kill
F     G
  He jumped out the window 'cause he couldn't sit still
F  G
  Juliet was waiting with a safety net
F  G
He said, "Don't bury me 'cause I'm not dead yet"

Chorus:
                                 C
Why don't you tell me about the mystery dance
                          G
I want to know about the mystery dance
Why don't you show me
             D                                   C
'Cause I've tried and I've tried, and I'm still mystified
        G
I can't do it anymore and I'm not satisfied

Verse:
F       G
  Well, I remember when the lights went out
F          G
And I was tryin' to make it look like it was never in doubt
F  G
  She thought that I knew, and I thought that she knew
F   G
So both of us were willing, but we didn't know how to do it

Chorus

Verse:
F              G
  Well, I was down under the covers in the middle of the night
F      G
Tryin' to discover my left foot from my right
F  G 
  You can see those pictures in any magazine
F    G
But what's the use of looking when you don't know what they mean?

Chorus 
        G
I can't do it anymore and I'm not satisfied X3

Never Gonna Give You Up

by

F G / F G Em Am

F                     G
We're no strangers to love 
F                      G
You know the rules and so do I 
F                            G 
A full commitment's what I'm thinking of
F                          G  
You wouldn't get this from any other guy  

F                G
I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling 
F              G 
Gotta make you understand  

F           G  
Never gonna give you up  
Em          Am
Never gonna let you down 
F           G   
Never gonna run around 
and desert you  
Never gonna make you cry  
Never gonna say goodbye  
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

We've known each other for so long  
Your heart's been aching, but  
You're too shy to say it  
Inside, we both know what's been going on  
We know the game and we're gonna play it  
  
And if you ask me how I'm feeling  
Don't tell me you're too blind to see  
  
Never gonna give you up  
Never gonna let you down  
Never gonna run around and desert you  
Never gonna make you cry  
Never gonna say goodbye  
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

Oh Bondage Up Yours

by Xray Spex

DCGAx2 intro / Verses D C / Chorus G A

INTRO 
D C G A x 2 for an intro, 2 bars of each chord 
 
VERSE 1 
(D) Bind me, tie me (C) Chain me to the wall 
(D) I wanna be a (C) Slave to you all, Oh 
 
CHORUS 
(G)Bondage up (A) yours, Oh 
(G)Bondage No (A) More, Oh 
(G)Bondage up (A) yours, Oh 
(G)Bondage No (A) More 
 
VERSE 2 
(D) Chain-store chain-smoke (C) I consume you all 
(D) Chain-gang chain-mail (C) I don't think at all, Oh 
 
CHORUS 
 
INTRO 
D C G A x 2 for an intro, 2 bars of each chord 
 
VERSE 3 
(D) Thrash me crash me (C) Beat me till I fall 
(D) I wanna be a (C) victim For you all, Oh 
 
CHORUS 
 
VERSE 1 
(D) Bind me, tie me (C) Chain me to the wall 
(D) I wanna be a (C) Slave to you all, Oh 
 
CHORUS

Orgasm Addict

by The Buzzcocks

ABABGAB

Verse 1
         A                               B
well you tried it just for once found it all right for kicks.
    A                             B
but now you found out that it's a habit that sticks.
              G A    B
and you're an orgasm addict.
          G A    B 
you're an orgasm addict.


Verse 2
A                              B
sneaking in the back door with dirty magazines.
         A                                   B
now your mother wants to know what all those stains on your jeans.

              G A    B
and you're an orgasm addict.
          G A    B
you're an orgasm addict.


A               B
uh huh, uh huh, uhhhhh, uhhhhh
G       A       B
uh huh, uh huh, uhhhhh, uhhhhh


Verse 3
    A                  B
you get in a heat, you get in a sulk.
    A                             B
but you still keep a beating your meat to pulp.
              G A    B
and you're an orgasm addict.
          G A    B
you're an orgasm addict.


Verse 4
         A                       B
you're a kid cassanova, you're a no-josep
       A                      B 
it's a labour of love fucking yourself to death.
G A    B
orgasm addict.
          G A    B
you're an orgasm addict.


A               B
uh huh, uh huh, uhhhhh uhhhhh
G       A       B
uh huh, uh huh, uhhhhh uhhhhh

(simulate orgasm here)

Middle
Chords: Bar C-shape (e.g. 4447) at frets 4->6 & 2->4
E                      F#           E                  F#
you're makin' out with school kids, winos and heads of state.
D                                            E
you even made it with the lady, who puts the little plastic Robins on the Christmas cakes.
E                        F#        E                            F#
butchers' assistants and bellhops, you've had them all here and there.
D                                      E
children of god and their joy-strings, international women with no body hair.

ABAB


Verse 5
                       A                           B
oooh, so where they're askin' in an alley and your voice ain't steady.
        A                           B
if your sex mechanic's rough you're more than ready.
          G A    B
you're an orgasm addict.
          G A    B
you're an orgasm addict.


Verse 6
A                  B      
johnny want fuckie always and all ways.
A                       B
he's got the energy, he will amaze.
        G A    B
he's an orgasm addict.
        G A    B
he's an orgasm addict.
G    A      B
he's always at it.
G    A      B
he's always at it.
            G A    B
and he's an orgasm addict.
        G A    B
he's an orgasm addict.

Over and Done With

by The Proclaimers

C Em Am F

This is a story of our first teacher
Shetland made her jumpers
And the Devil made her features
Threw up her hands when my mum said our names
Embroidered all her stories with slanderous claims

CHORUS:
But it's over and done with
It's over and done with
It's over and done with
It's over and done with
It's over and she knows
It's over and done with
It's over and done with
It's over and done with
It's over and done with

This is a story of losing my virginity
I held my breath and the fey held a trinity
People, I'm making no claims to no mystery
Sometimes it feel like my sex life's all history

CHORUS

I'm not saying these events didn't
Touch our lives in any way
But, ah, they didn't make the impression
That some people say

This is a story of watching a man dying
The subject's unpopular but I don't feel like lying
When I think of it now, I acted like a sinner
I just washed my hands then I went for my dinner

CHORUS

Pirate Song

by The Arogant Worms

C F G C F C G / Am D Am G

I used to be a farmer, and I made a living fine,
I had a little stretch of land along the CP line
But times were hard and though I tried, the money wasn't there
And the bankers came and took my land and told me "fair is fair"

I looked for every kind of job, the answer always no
"Hire you now?" they'd always laugh, "we just let twenty go!" (ha ha!)
The government, the promised me a measly little sum
But I've got too much pride to end up just another bum.

  Then I thought, who gives a damn if all the jobs are gone?
  I'm gonna be a PIRATE on the river Saskatchewan!

(CHORUS)
And it's a heave-ho, hi-ho, comin' down the plains
Stealin' wheat and barley and all the other grains
It's a ho-hey, hi-hey farmers bar yer doors
When ya see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores


Well, you'd think the local farmers would know that I'm at large
But just the other day I found an unprotected barge
I snuck up right behind them and they were none the wiser,
I rammed their ship and sank it and I stole their fertilizer!

A bridge outside of Moose Jaw spans a mighty river
Farmers cross in so much fear their stomachs are a'quiver
Cause they know that Tractor Jack is hidin' in the bay
I'll jump the bridge and knock them cold and sail off with their hay!

CHORUS

Well, Mountie Bob he chased me, he was always at my throat
He followed on the shoreline cause he didn't own a boat
But cutbacks were a'coming and the Mountie lost his job
So now he's sailing with us, and we call him Salty Bob!

A swingin' sword, a skull and bones and pleasant company
I never pay my income tax and screw the GST (SCREW IT!!)
Sailin down to Saskatoon, the terror of the seas
If you wanna reach the co-op, boy, you gotta get by me!

CHORUS (repeat last line, end on Am)

--------------------------------------------------

(here's the last verse... we've been skipping this...)

Well, Pirate life's appealing but you just don't find it here,
I hear in North Alberta there's a band of buccaneers
They roam the Athabaska from Smith to Fort McKay
And you're gonna lose your Stetson if you have to pass their way!

Well, winter is a'comin' and a chill is in the breeze
My Pirate days are over once the river starts to freeze
I'll be back in springtime but now I have to go
I hear there's lots of plunderin' down in New Mexico!

CHORUS (repeat last line, end on Am)

Police and Thieves

by Junior Murvin / The Clash

C Dm / Em Dm / F G

Verse: C—Dm
Chorus: Em—Dm (3x)  F—G

Police and thieves in the streets Oh yeah!
Scaring the nation with their guns and ammunition
Police and thieves in the street Oh yeah!
Fighting the nation with their guns and ammunition

From Genesis to Revelation
The next generation will be hear me
From Genesis to Revelation
The next generation will be hear me

And all the crimes committed day by day
No one stop it oh anyway
And all the peacemakers turn war officers
Hear what I say
Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey

Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah
Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah
From Genesis oh yeah
Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah

(REPEAT WHOLE THING)

Doi-dop x4 dop dop da da
Doi-dop x4 dop dop da da
OH YEAH
Doi-dop x4 dop dop da da
Doi-dop x4 dop dop da da
OH YEAH

Psycho Killer

by Talking Heads

A... F / F G Am F G C / Bm C / A G

A                                    F...
I can't seem to face up to the facts
A                                    F...
I'm tense and nervous and I can't relax 
A                                    F...
I can't sleep 'cause my bed's on fire 
A                                    F...
Don't touch me I'm a real live wire 

CHORUS:
F             G
Psycho Killer Qu'est Que C'est
Am
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
F           G               C
Run run run run run run run away 
x2

You start a conversation you can't even finish it. 
You're talkin' a lot, but you're not sayin' anything. 
When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed. 
Say something once, why say it again? 

CHORUS
Bm                        C
Ce que j'ai fais, ce soir la
Bm                        C
Ce qu'elle a dit, ce soir la
A
Realisant mon espoir
G                               A
Je me lance, vers la gloire ... OK 
A                             
We are vain and we are blind 
A                              
I hate people when they're not polite 

CHORUS

Punk Rock Girl

by The Dead Milkmen

Verse: C F C/ C F G Chorus: Am F C F (C G Am) F G C Bridges:G D G

C                      F             C
One Saturday I took a walk to Zipperhead
C                                F                G
I met a girl there and she she almost knocked me dead
            Am           F       
(Punk rock girl) Please look at me
            C         F  
(Punk rock girl) What do you see?
       C      G         Am        F       G             C
Let's travel round the world just you and me punk rock girl     

C                                     F              C
I tapped her on the shoulder and said do you have a beau?
C                                F                G
She looked at me and smiled and said she did not know
            Am        F       
(Punk rock girl) Give me a chance
            C          F  
(Punk rock girl) Let's go slamdance
       C           G     Am         F     G              C
We'll dress like Minnie Pearl just you and me punk rock girl

G         D                   G           D               G
We went to the Philly Pizza Company and ordered some hot tea    
D                       G      D            G
The waitress said "Well no we only have it iced"      
        D                G          D        G                       
So we jumped up on the table and shouted "anarchy"    
       D              G              D           G 
And someone played a Beach Boys song on the jukebox        
            D          G    D                  G         
It was "California Dreamin" so we started screamin'   
D                    G     
"On such a winter's day"

C                           F            C
She took me to her parents for a Sunday meal
C                                  F            G  
Her father took one look at me and he began to squeal
            Am       F
(Punk rock girl) It makes no sense
           C                     F
(Punk rock girl) Your dad is the Vice President
       C     G      Am           F       G              C
Rich as the Duke of Earl yeah, you're for me punk rock girl
 

(solo, on the kazoo of course)


G       D              G          D                  G
We went to a shopping mall and laughed at all the shoppers
D                      G       D            G
And security guards trailed us to a record shop
     D              G         D                   G
We asked for Mojo Nixon they said "He don't work here"
         D                     G           D                          G
We said "If you don't got Mojo Nixon then your store could use some fixin" 

C                     F              C
We got into her car away we started rollin'
C                                             F                   G
I said "How much you pay for this?" she said "Nothing man, it's stolen"          
            Am        F
(Punk rock girl) You look so wild
            C         F
(Punk rock girl) Let's have a child
       C        G      Am
We'll name her Minnie Pearl
      F     G          C      G     Am
Just you and me eating fudge banana swirl
      F     G          C      G        Am
Just you and me we'll travel round the world
      F     G              C
Just you and me punk rock girl

Queen Bitch

by David Bowie

riff: CCGF verse: C F CCGF chorus: C F E / E F A / B D / B D / B CCFG

Intro
C C G F
x8

 C               
I'm up on the eleventh floor
 F                               C C G F
And I'm watching the cruisers below
C C G F
 C
He's down on the street
 F                                    C C G F
And he's trying hard to pull sister Flo
C C G F
 C
My heart's in the basement
 F                           C C G F
My weekend's at an all time low
C C G F

 C
'Cause she's hoping to score
 F                             E
So I can't see her letting him go
 E               F
Walk out of her heart
 E               F
Walk out of her mind
 E            F
Why didn't I say,
 F            A
why didn't I say, no, no, no
 B                                D
She's so swishy in her satin and tat
 B                                        D
In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat
 B                               C C G F
Oh God, I could do better than that
C C G F
C C G F
C C G F


 C
She's an old-time ambassador 
 F                                C C G F
Of sweet talking, night walking games 
C C G F
 C
And she's known in the darkest clubs
 F                        C C G F
For pushing ahead of the dames
C C G F
 C 
If she says she can do it
 F                                         C C G F
Then she can do it, she don't make false claims 
C C G F
 C
But she's a Queen, and such are queens
 F                                      E
That your laughter is sucked in their brains
 E                    F
Now she's leading him on
 F                        E
And she'll lay him right down
 E                    F
Yes she's leading him on 
 F                        E
Yes she'll lay him right down
 E                     F
But it could have been me
 F                      E
Yes, it could have been me
 E            F
Why didn't I say,
 F            A
why didn't I say, no, no, no

 B                                 D
She's so swishy in her satin and tat
 B                                        D
In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat
 B                               C C G F
Oh God, I could do better than that
C C G F
C C G F
C C G F

 C 
So I lay down a while
 F                      C C G F
And I gaze at my hotel wall
C C G F
 C
Oh the cot is so cold
 F                            C C G F
It don't feel like no bed at all
C C G F
 C
Yeah I lay down a while
 F                      C C G F
And I look at my hotel wall
C C G F
C 
But he's down on the street
F                                  E
So I throw both his bags down the hall
 E                 F
And I'm phoning a cab
 F                        E
'Cause my stomach feels small
 E                     F
There's a taste in my mouth
 F                   E
And it's no taste at all

 E                  F
It could have been me
 F                          E
Oh yeah, it could have been me
 E            
Why didn't I say,
 F            A
Why didn't I say, no, no, no
 B                                 D
She's so swishy in her satin and tat
 B                                        D
In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat
 B                               C C G F
Oh God, I could do better than that
C C G F
C C G F
C C G F
C C G F
C C G F
C C G F

Tag C

Rebel Girl

by BIkini Kill

A G / A B-C

Intro: A B->C x 4
A                                       G       
That girl thinks she's the queen of the neighborhood
A                              G
She's got the hottest trike in town
A                               G
That girl she holds her head up so high
A                      G
I think I wanna be her best friend, yeah
CHORUS:
A                 G
Rebel girl, Rebel girl
A                                  G
Rebel girl you are the queen of my world
A                 G
Rebel girl, Rebel girl
A(Stop)
I think I wanna take you home
A(Stop)        G
I wanna try on your clothes oh

A B->C x 4

A                          G
When she talks, I hear the revolutions
                     G
In her hips, there's revolutions
A                        G
When she walks, the revo-lution's coming
A                        G
In her kiss, I taste the revolution

CHORUS

A B->C x 4

A                                       G
That girl thinks she's the queen of the neighborhood
A                       G        
I got news for you, she is!
A                          G
They say she's a dyke, but I know
A                      G
She is my best friend, yeah

CHORUS
A
Love you like a sister always
             G
Soul sister, Rebel girl
A
Come and be my best friend
         G
Will you Rebel girl?
A
I really like you
                       G
I really wanna be your best friend
A     G               A
Be my Rebel girrrrrllll





Reinventing Axl Rose

by Against Me!

G Bm C G / C D G / G riff

G                                             Bm
We want a band that plays loud and hard every night
                                                     C
That doesn't care how many people are counted at the door
                                                                    G
That would travel one million miles and ask for nothing more than a plate of food and a place to rest
They'd strike chords that cut like a knife
                      Bm
It would mean so much more than t-shirts or a ticket stub
                                  C
They'd stop at nothing short of a massacre
                                                             G
Everyone would leave with the memory that there was no place else in the world
And this was where they always belonged

         C                     D
We would dance like no one was watching
     G
With one fist in the air
    C                        D
Our arena just basements and bookstores across an underground America
G
With this fire we could light
With this fire, we could....

RIFF! (see below)
G, Gmaj7, G7, Em7
G, Gmaj7, G7, Em7
G G G G G G

two three four!

G
Just gimme a scene where the music is free
        Bm
And the beer is not the life of the party
        C
There's no need to shit talk or impress
                               G
'Cause honesty and emotion are not looked down upon

And every promise that's made and bragged
                Bm
is meant if not kept
                                                       C
We'd do it all because we have to, not because we know why
                                                     G
Beyond a gender, race, and class, we could find what really holds us back

           C         D
Let's make everybody sing
                  G
That they are the beginning and ending of everything
     C                        D                                        G (end on that note!)
That we all are stronger than everything they taught us that we should fear

NOTE: The riff!  We're playing it where you start with the G shape, and move the E string finger down a fret every two down strums.  That's makes it a G, Gmaj7, G7, Em7.  Barring the Gmaj7 with the index finger seems to be working out pretty well.  Youtube the original for the kind of sound we're going for.

Rockaway Beach

by The Ramones

riff F / CFG / CFCG // F C Eb Bb / Am C Am F G / FC

Verse: C—F—G (2x)
Chewin' at a rhythm on my bubble gum
The sun is out, I want some
It's not hard, not far to reach
We can hitch a ride to Rockaway Beach

Up on the roof, out on the street
Down in the playground the hot concrete
Bus ride is too slow
They blast out the disco on the radio

Chorus: C—F—C—G (2x)
Rock Rock Rockaway Beach
Rock Rock Rockaway Beach
Rock Rock Rockaway Beach
We can hitch a ride to Rockaway Beach 

(repeat chorus)

Riffage: F—C—Eb—Bb 

Bridge: Am—C—Am—F—G 
It's not hard, not far to reach
We can hitch a ride to Rockaway Beach
 
It's not hard, not far to reach
We can hitch a ride to Rockaway Beach 

(repeat verses)

(chorus once)

Riffage: F—C—Eb—Bb

(chorus twice)

(Ending: F—C!)

Sex and Violence

by


        

Sheena / Judy

by The Ramones

riff C / C G x2, Am F x2 C G / C F G (Bb)

Intro: riff on C

Verse: C—G
Well the kids are all hopped up and ready to go
They're ready to go now they got their surfboards
And they're headed for the discotheque Au Go Go

Verse part 2: Am—F (2x) C—G
But she just couldn't stay she had to break away
Well New York City really got it all oh yeah,
oh yeah

Chorus: C—F—G
Sheena is a punk rocker
Sheena is a punk rocker
Sheena is a punk rocker now  (repeat)

Bridge: F—C—G—Bb
Well she's a punk punk, a punk rocker
Punk punk a punk rocker
Punk punk a punk rocker
Punk punk a punk rocker

-----

C-G-F-G-F-G
Jackie is a punk
Judy is a runt
They both went down to Berlin, joined the Ice Capades
And oh, I don't know why
Oh, I don't know why

C-G
Perhaps they'll die, oh yeah [x4]

Second verse same as the first! (start over)

C-G
OOOooooooo [x4

Third verse different from the first! (start over)
...went down to Frisco, joined the SLA...

Somebody's Gonna Get Their Head Kicked In Tonight

by Fleetwood Mac

Intro: F V: F/Bb/F/Bb/C C: Bb/F/Bb/C

Intro:  F

Verse 1:
F
Everyone's rockin and everyone's feelin alright (ALRIGHT)
Bb					 F
On a Wed evening there's sure gonna be a fight (BE A FIGHT)
Bb 				             C (pause)
Somebody's gonna get their head (KICKED IN TONIGHT)

Verse 2
F
The crowd is screaming and everyone's shouting for more (FOR MORE)
Bb					          F
There's gonna be a pool of blood on the danceroom floor (THE FLOOR)
Bb 				             C (pause)
Somebody's gonna get their head (KICKED IN TONIGHT)

Chorus:
Bb
Rip up the halls (RIP UP THE HALLS)
F
Tear down the walls (TEAR DOWN THE WALLS)
Bb					                                       C (pause)
All of us boys gonna be a big fight (AND THE WHOLE DANCE FLOOR'LL BE A DOGGONE SIGHT)

V1 V2 C V2 V(instrumental) C V2 Tag

Standing in the way of control

by The Gossip

Am C G D

     Am                              C
Your back's against the wall there's no-one home to call
       G                          D
You're forgetting who you are you can't stop crying
     Am                     C                
It's part not giving in and part trusting your friends
    G                       D
You do it all again and I'm not lying
Am C G D
Oh 

I'm doing this for you because it's easier to lose
And it's hard to face the truth when you think you're dying
It's part not giving in And part trusting your friends
You do it all again but you don't stop trying

D         C
Oh woh Oh ohh
Oh woh Oh ohh

Am
Standing in the way of control
C
Yeah live your lives
G                        D
By the only way that you know, know


Because we're standing in the way of control
We will live our lives
Because we're standing in the way of control
We'll live our lives
Because we're standing in the way of control
We will live our lives, lives, lives


Your back's against the wall
There's no one home to call
You're forgetting who you are
You can't stop crying
It's part not giving in
And part trusting your friends
You do it all again, you don't stop trying

Standing in the way of control
Yeah live your lives
By the only way that you know, know

Streams of Whiskey

by The Pogues

CCFC CCGG CCFC CFGC

C
Last night as I slept 
  F                 C
I dreamt I met with Behan 
  C                            G
I shook him by the hand and we passed the time of day 
     C
When questioned on his views 
       F              C
On the crux of life's philosophies 
   C                 F         G               C
He had but these few clear and simple words to say 

CHORUS:
I am going, I am going 
Any which way the wind may be blowing 
I am going, I am going 
Where streams of whiskey are flowing 


I have cursed, bled and sworn 
Jumped bail and landed up in jail 
Life has often tried to stretch me 
But the rope always was slack 
And now that I've a pile 
I'll go down to the Chelsea 
I'll walk in on my feet 
But I'll leave there on my back 


CHORUS


Oh the words that he spoke 
Seemed the wisest of philosophies 
There's nothing ever gained 
By a wet thing called a tear 
When the world is too dark 
And I need the light inside of me 
I'll walk into a bar 
And drink fifteen pints of beer 


CHORUS x2

Suffragette City

by David Bowie

Intro: A V: A F G/A B D F G C: A D F C G

A                   F                   G
Hey Man             Leave me a-lone you know
A                   F           G
Hey Man  Oh Henry  Get off the phone I gotta
A
Hey Man, I gotta
B                       D
Straighten my face This mellow thighed chick just put my
F            G
Spine out of place

Hey Man, my school days insane
Hey Man, my works down the drain
Hey Man, Well She's a Total Blam Blam,
 She said she had to squeeze it but she And then she

G        A                      D
Oh don't lean on me man cuz you can't afford the ticket
F            C           G
I'm back on Suffragette City
           A                      D
Well don't lean on me man cuz you ain't got time to check it
F           C            G
You know my Suffragette City
         A              G
Its outa sight she's all right


A                   F                   G
Hey Man  ah Henry,  don't  be  unkind, go Away
A                   F           G
Hey Man  ah i can't take you this time, no way
A
Hey Man, ah droogie
B                       D
Don't crash here Theres only room for one
F            G
and here she comes here she come

CHORUS

A F G            
     My Suffragette City
I'm back on Suffragette City

Wham Bam, Thank you Ma'am!

My Suffragette City
I'm back on Suffragette City

Suspect Device

by Stiff Little Fingers

A G D A / C G D / D A G D

Riff: hammer on from open to D

(with intro riff)
Inflammable material is planted in my head
It's a suspect device that's left 2000 dead

A
Their solutions are our problems
G            D      A
    They put up the wall

On each side time and prime us
G                D        C   G  D   C  G  D
And make sure we get fuck all
A
They play their games of power
G            D        A
They cut and mark the pack
A
They deal us to the bottom
G           D        C    G  D  C  G  D
But what do they put back?

CHORUS
        D
Don't believe them

Don't believe them
A        G      D
Don't be bitten twice

You gotta suss, suss, suss, suss, suss, out,
A       G      D
Suss suspect device

They take away our freedom
In the name of liberty
Why don't they all just fuck off
Why won't they let us be

They make us feel indebted
For saving us from hell
And then they put us through it
It's time the bastards fell

(Chorus)

Don't believe them

Don't believe them
             A             G            D
(I tell you) Question everything you're told
A
Just take a look around you
G            D        A
At the bitterness and spite

Why can't we take over
G          D      C     G  D    C G D
And try to put it right

Don't believe us
Don't believe us
Don't be bitten twice
You gotta suss, suss, suss, suss, suss, suss,
Suss suspect device

(with intro riff)
We're a suspect device if we do what we are told
But a suspect device can score an own goal
I'm a suspect device the Army can't defuse
You're a suspect device they know they can't refuse
We're gonna blow up in their face

Take the Skinheads Bowling

by Camper Van Beethoven

C F C F | G F C

C          F                    C             F
Every day, I get up and pray to Jah
C                    F                           C          F
And he increases the number of clocks by exactly one 
C                  F                    C            F
Everybody's comin' home for lunch these days 
C                     F               C            F
Last night there were skinheads on my lawn 

Chorus
G                  F                  C
Take the skinheads bowling, Take them bowling
G                  F                  C
Take the skinheads bowling, Take them bowling

Some people say that bowling alleys got big lanes (got big lanes, got big lanes)
Some people say that bowling alleys all look the same (look the same, look the same)
There's not a line that goes here that rhymes with anything (anything, anything)
I has a dream last night, but I forget what it was (what it was, what it was)

(Chorus)

I had a dream last night about you, my friend (Kazoo solo)
I had a dream--I wanted to sleep next to plastic (Kazoo solo)
I had a dream--I wanted to lick your knees (Kazoo solo)
I had a dream--it was about nothing (Kazoo solo)

(Chorus x2)

Tango Till They're Sore

by Tom Waits

Em Am B7 Em / Am B7 Em

Verse 1:
         Em             Am
Well yoy play that tarantella
         B7                  Em
All the hounds will start to roll
    Em             Am
The boys all go to hell 
             B7             Em
And then the Cubans hit the floor

         Em              Am
And they drive along the pipeline
     B7                  Em
They tango 'till they're sore
     Em               Am
They take apart their nightmares 
         B7               Am
And they leave 'em by the door


Chorus:

       Am
Let me fall out of the window 
        B7
With confetti in my hair
Em
Deal out Jacks or better 
     Am
On a blanket by the stairs
     B7
I’ll tell you all my secrets
      Em
But I lie about my past
   Am             B7           Em
So send me off to bed for ever more


Verse 2:

     Em                Am
Make sure they play my theme song
        B7                   Em
I guess daisies will have to do
     Em            Am
Just get me to New Orleans
          B7             Em
And paint shadows on the pews

         Em           Am
Turn the spit on that pig
             B7              Em
And kick the drum and let me down
       Em                  Am
Put my clarinet beneath my bed
     B7            Em
Till I get back in town


Chorus


Verse 3:

     Em                Am
Make sure she's all in calico
       B7         Em
In the color of a doll
Em               Am
Wave the flag on Cadillac day
      B7             Em
And a skillet on the wall

Em       Am
Cut me a switch
             B7                       Em
Or hold your breath till the sun goes down
Em                   Am
Write my name on the hood
        B7             Em
Send me off to another town


Chorus plus an extra:
   Am             B7           Em
So send me off to bed for ever more

Teenage Kicks / Some Kind of Hate

by The Undertones / The Misfits

C Am C Am / F G

C
Are teenage dreams so hard to beat
Am
Everytime she walks down the street
C
Another girl in the neighbourhood
Am
Wish she was mine, she looks so good

  Chorus:
F
I wanna hold her, wanna hold her tight
G
Get teenage kicks right through the night (Come on!)


I'm gonna call her on the telephone
Have her over 'cause I'm all alone
I need excitement oh I need it bad
And it's the best thing I've ever had


CHORUS x2

(Go into Some Kinda Hate)
         C
There's some kinda love
            Am
And there's some kinda hate
    C
The maggots in the iron lung
      Am
Won't copulate

           F              G
And it's a woah oh oh oh oh
           F              G
And it's a woah oh oh oh oh
           F              G
And it's a woah oh oh oh oh
       F                   G
I said woah woah oh, oh oh oh

C
Hear the cats cry
       Am
Little tortured babies in pain
C
Cracked necks by settled limbs
        Am
They don't hesitate

           F              G
And it's a woah oh oh oh oh
     F             G
Baby woah oh oh oh oh
           F              G
And it's a woah oh oh oh oh
       F             G
I said woah, woah, oh

Bridge: C# / F#

         C
There's some kinda love
            Am
And there's some kinda hate
    C
The maggots in the iron lung
      Am
Won't copulate

           F             G
And it's a woah oh oh oh oh
     F             G
Baby woah oh oh oh oh
     F             G
Baby woah oh oh oh oh
       F          G        C
I said woah woah oh, woah oh

The KKK Took My Baby Away

by Ramones

C Am Dm G / C F G / F G F G Dm G

C
She went away for the holidays
Am
Said she's going to L.A.
Dm
But she never got there, she never got there
G
She never got there, they say

x2

C
The KKK took my baby away
F                    G
They took her away, away from me
C
The KKK took my baby away
F                    G
They took her away, away from me

C
Now I don't know where my baby can be
F                      G
They took her away,   away from me

F                                G
Ring me, ring me, ring me up the president
    F                 G
And find out Where my baby went
F                                G
Ring me, ring me, ring me up the FBI
    Dm             G
And find out if my baby's alive, yeah, yeah, yeah

C (with chunks)

F        G
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

C (with chunks)

F        G
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh


*Key change!*
(D Bm Em A)
She went away ... x2

(D G A)
The KKK took my baby away... x4

The Passenger

by Iggy Pop

Am F C G|E

Am  F  C  G

I am a passenger
And I ride and I ride
I ride through the city's backside
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, they're bright in a hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight

I am a passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the city's a rip in the sky
And everything looks good tonight

Chorus:
Singin' la la la la la-la-la la
La la la la la-la-la la
La la la la la-la-la la la-la

???--- cut this bit?
Get into the car
We'll be the passenger
We'll ride through the city tonight
See the city's ripped insides
We'll see the bright and hollow sky
We'll see the stars that shine so bright
The sky was made for us tonight

Oh the passenger
How how he rides
Oh the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see?
He sees the sided hollow sky
He see the stars come out tonight
He sees the city's ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
'cause it just belongs to you and me
So let's take a ride and see what's mine

Chorus
---???

Oh, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his window's eye
He sees the things he knows are his
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the city asleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
Oh, let's ride and ride and ride and ride...

Chorus

Wave of Mutilation

by The Pixies

F A Bb / F A Bb G

  Intro: F (hold)
  F—A—Bb (x 3
  F (hold)

  Verse: F—A—Bb—G
Cease to resist, giving my goodbye
drive my car into the ocean
you'll think i'm dead, but i sail away

  Chorus: F—A—Bb
on a wave of mutilation
wave of mutilation
wave of mutilation

  Wavey bits: F Bb
a wave
wave

i've kissed mermaids, rode the el nino
walked the sand with the crustaceans
could find my way to mariana

  Chorus

  ROCK OUT ON F!

  Wavey bits

  Chorus

  ROCK OUT ON F AGAIN!

What do I get

by Buzzcocks

Verse: CFGC Chorus: AbGC Bridge: FFGG CBbFG Outro: DmFGC Tag: DmFGBC

[Note: much easier to play the Ab > G if you play it as a barre-F form, third fret > second fret. LIkewise, the B-C at the very end of the song is a barred A, second fret > third fret.]

INTRO: C

VERSE 1:
C                        F     G            C
I just want a lover like any other, what do I get?
C			    F		G	     C
I only want a friend who'll stay to the end, what do I get?
	Ab
What do I get?
    G		 C
Who-oh,  what do I get?
	Ab
What do I get?
    G		 C
Who-oh,  what do I get?

VERSE 2
I'm in distress, I need a caress - what do I get?
I'm not on the make,  I just need a break - what do I get?
What do I get?
Who-oh,  what do I get?
What do I get?
Who-oh,  what do I get?

BRIDGE:
  F		      G
I only get sleepless nights
C     Bb	 F	    G
Alone here in my half empty bed
     F			   G
For others things turn out right
  C	           Bb	     F    G
I wish they'd only happen to me instead
What do I get?
Who-oh,  what do I get?
What do I get?
Who-oh,  what do I get?

[SOLO AND SECOND BRIDGE REDACTED, BECAUSE TOUCAN SAM IS PUNKER THAN ANYONE]
[THIRD VERSE, ALMOST BUT NOT QUITE SAME AS THE FIRST:]

C                         F   G              C        F   C
I just want a lover like any other, what do I get?
C			    F		G	     C
I only want a friend who'll stay to the end, what do I get?
	Ab
What do I get?
    G		 C
Who-oh,  what do I get?
	Ab
What do I get?
    G		 C
Who-oh,  what do I get?

Well let me tell you now,

Dm   F   G   C [repeat]

What do I get?
What do I get?
What do I get?
What do I get?  No love
What do I get?  No sleep at night
What do I get?  Nothing that's nice
What do I get?  Nothing at all, 
Dm   F   G   C 
at all, at all...
       Dm F    G   B   C
'Cause I don't get yoooou!

Where Eagles Dare

by Misfits

A [open] / C F G C

We walk the streets at night 
We go where eagles dare 
They pick up every movement 
They pick up every loser 
With jaded eyes and features 
You think they really care 

I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch 
You better think about it baby 
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch 
You better think about it baby, babe 

An omelet of disease awaits your noontime meal 
Her mouth of germicide seducing all your glands 

C            F       G        C
 I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch 
             F             G    C
You better think about it baby 
            F       G        C
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch 
             F             G     A
You better think about it baby, babe 

Let's test your threshold of pain 
Let's see how long you last 
That's happened in your rape 
On bosoms of your past 

With jaded eyes and features 
You think they really care 
Let's go where eagles dare 
We'll go where eagles dare 

I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch 
You better think about it baby 
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch 
You better think about it baby 
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch 
You better think about it baby 
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch 
You better think about it baby, hey

Why Does the Sun Shine

by They Might Be Giants

F Bb F C (F-Bb-F)

Intro: ( F  Bb  F  C  F  Bb  F )

Chorus:
     F               Bb                   F                C
The sun is a mass of incandescent gas. a gigantic nuclear furnace.
       F                      Bb          F              C           F     Bb F
Where hydrogen is built into helium at a temperature of millions of degrees

Verse:
     F              Bb             F                   C
The sun is hot. the sun is not a place where we could live. 
      F                   Bb             F        C        F   Bb F
But here on earth there'd be no life without the light it gives.
    F                  Bb                    F              C
We need it's light we need it's heat. The sunlight that we see.
       F                Bb             F    C    F  Bb  F
The sunlight comes from our own suns atomic energy.

Chorus:
     F               Bb                   F                C
The sun is a mass of incandescent gas. a gigantic nuclear furnace.
       F                      Bb          F              C           F     Bb F
Where hydrogen is built into helium at a temperature of millions of degrees

Bridge: 
     F     Bb
The sun is hot....

(The sun is so hot that everything on it is a gas. Aluminum, copper, iron,
and many others) 
     F      Bb
The sun is large... 
       
       (If the sun were hollow a million earths would fit inside. and yet it
is only a middle sized star)
     F       Bb  C
The sun  is far away...
     
       (About ninety-three million miles away. And that's why it looks so small )

     F             Bb               F          C         F      Bb  F
But even when it's out of site the sun shines night and day.
     F        Bb       F         Bb           F              C    
We need it's heat. We need it's light. the sunlight that we see
       F                Bb             F    C    F  Bb  F
The sunlight comes from our own suns atomic energy.

     ( Scientist have found that the sun is a huge atom smashing machine. The
heat and light of the sun are caused by nuclear reactions between hydrogen,
nitrogen, carbon, and helium.)

Chorus:
     F               Bb                   F                C
The sun is a mass of incandescent gas. a gigantic nuclear furnace.
       F                      Bb          F              C           F     Bb F
Where hydrogen is built into helium at a temperature of millions of degrees

You Make Me Sick

by Satan's Rats

C G Bb F / C G... Bb F G / D C D Bb D C Am Bb C

C . . . G . . . Bb . . . F . . . 
C . . . G . . . Bb . . . F . . . 


C                     G
Hey Babe you've got a lot to learn 
Bb                 F
I've been down and now it's your turn 
C                 G
Never guessed I'd see through you 
Bb                   F
Took a chance at the things you do 


C-  G-   G- G-    Bb . . . F . . . G . . . . . . .     
You make me sick 
G-  G-   G- G-    Bb . . . F . . . G . . . . . . .  
You make me sick 


C                  G
Hey babe you got a lot to say 
Bb                 F
"Don't go treating me that way" 
C                           G
You always thought you were something new 
Bb              F
Never wanted my point of view 



You make me sick 
You make me sick 


(bridge)
  D                             C
  You think your smile is oh so cool
  D                        Bb 
  Go find yourself another fool
  D                              C
  I cramped your style or so you say
  Am                  Bb C
  Looking at yourself 24 hours a day 




(kazoo solo !!!)
[needs some chords or something…]




C              G
Hey baby don't turn me on 
  Bb                   F
I ain't gonna miss you now that you're gone 
C                 G
had enough of the things you do
Bb            F
I can not get through to you 





You make me sick 
You make me sick 

You make me sick 
You make me sick