Fight Dirty Chords by Guignol & Mischief Brew
Tempo:
134.55 bpm
Chords used:
D
Gm
Eb
Cm
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
Fight!
Dirty!
[Gm] That's what he said.
After seven pints of beer and thirty cigarettes.
[Cm] Cueball corner pocket, blue chalk on his chin.
I loaned him some bulls-eye and a sky of events.
Gotta [Eb] throw them a curveball, [D] sneak in a miss, play [Gm] nicely.
That's what they taught me.
Said, Chef Aaron, good sports will do the
[Em] same.
But the [Cm] more that I sweat, the more that I bleed.
[Gm] While the hot shot on top loses count of his B [Eb]-T.
High-lit back feet, [D] my father's [Gm] factory.
[Cm] Come as far back as I [Gm] can remember, the ball [D] field was never that [Gm] level.
Or even, the wind [Cm] and the tide, loose and in our eyes.
So if [D] we're to rise, gotta stand [Eb] on each [D] other's backs.
Fight!
Dirty!
No more fooling around for me.
With permits and escorts and picnics for peace.
[Cm] There's a top to take back, like a bust to keep.
Time to put down your Duke, scratch the bike, kick and scrape.
[Eb] I just wanna see this [D] foolyard bully's crying.
[Gm] Bleed.
[Eb] [D] [Gm]
[Eb] [D] [Gm]
[Eb] [D] [Gm]
[Eb] [D] [Gm]
[Bb] [Cm]
[G] [Gm]
[D]
[Gm]
[Bb]
[D] Fight!
[Gm] Dirty!
Hit below the waist, that's how it's done to us.
Behind closed doors each [Cm] day, rules they don't follow.
Treaties that snap, [Gm] with a shake and a putt.
And the raise of a glass, [Eb] you fix the game?
[D] I'll cheat if I must [Gm] take it back.
[D] Take it back!
[Cm]
[Gm] [D] [G] [A]
[Gm] [D] [Cm]
[D] [A] [Cm]
[D] [A]
[Gm] [D] [Cm]
[Gm] [D] [Eb]
[Gm] [D] [Gm] [Cm] [Bb]
[D] [Bb]
[D] So I shrug, take a shot, he says, you disagree?
Well, go on with the same old ant.
Bag [A] up your things, at your job [Cm] you'll be safe.
Your prison is free, [Gm] that's a stop starving millions.
It's a cure [G] for the disease, you [Eb] see me?
I'm the spanner, [D] and they all just got [Gm] discs to clean.
[Cm] Hustle back as I [Gm] can remember, the ball [D] field was never that [Gm] level.
And the wind [Cm] and the tides, who stand [Gm] in our eyes?
So if [D] we're to rise, gotta stand [Eb] on each [D] other's backs.
Gotta beat [Eb] that math [D] their own game.
Throw the tear [Eb] gas right back [A] in, this place is [D] fire!
[Eb] [D]
[Eb] [D]
[Eb] [Gm]
[D]
[A]
Fight!
Dirty!
[Gm] That's what he said.
After seven pints of beer and thirty cigarettes.
[Cm] Cueball corner pocket, blue chalk on his chin.
I loaned him some bulls-eye and a sky of events.
Gotta [Eb] throw them a curveball, [D] sneak in a miss, play [Gm] nicely.
That's what they taught me.
Said, Chef Aaron, good sports will do the
[Em] same.
But the [Cm] more that I sweat, the more that I bleed.
[Gm] While the hot shot on top loses count of his B [Eb]-T.
High-lit back feet, [D] my father's [Gm] factory.
[Cm] Come as far back as I [Gm] can remember, the ball [D] field was never that [Gm] level.
Or even, the wind [Cm] and the tide, loose and in our eyes.
So if [D] we're to rise, gotta stand [Eb] on each [D] other's backs.
Fight!
Dirty!
No more fooling around for me.
With permits and escorts and picnics for peace.
[Cm] There's a top to take back, like a bust to keep.
Time to put down your Duke, scratch the bike, kick and scrape.
[Eb] I just wanna see this [D] foolyard bully's crying.
[Gm] Bleed.
[Eb] [D] [Gm]
[Eb] [D] [Gm]
[Eb] [D] [Gm]
[Eb] [D] [Gm]
[Bb] [Cm]
[G] [Gm]
[D]
[Gm]
[Bb]
[D] Fight!
[Gm] Dirty!
Hit below the waist, that's how it's done to us.
Behind closed doors each [Cm] day, rules they don't follow.
Treaties that snap, [Gm] with a shake and a putt.
And the raise of a glass, [Eb] you fix the game?
[D] I'll cheat if I must [Gm] take it back.
[D] Take it back!
[Cm]
[Gm] [D] [G] [A]
[Gm] [D] [Cm]
[D] [A] [Cm]
[D] [A]
[Gm] [D] [Cm]
[Gm] [D] [Eb]
[Gm] [D] [Gm] [Cm] [Bb]
[D] [Bb]
[D] So I shrug, take a shot, he says, you disagree?
Well, go on with the same old ant.
Bag [A] up your things, at your job [Cm] you'll be safe.
Your prison is free, [Gm] that's a stop starving millions.
It's a cure [G] for the disease, you [Eb] see me?
I'm the spanner, [D] and they all just got [Gm] discs to clean.
[Cm] Hustle back as I [Gm] can remember, the ball [D] field was never that [Gm] level.
And the wind [Cm] and the tides, who stand [Gm] in our eyes?
So if [D] we're to rise, gotta stand [Eb] on each [D] other's backs.
Gotta beat [Eb] that math [D] their own game.
Throw the tear [Eb] gas right back [A] in, this place is [D] fire!
[Eb] [D]
[Eb] [D]
[Eb] [Gm]
[D]
[A]
Key:
D
Gm
Eb
Cm
A
D
Gm
Eb
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Fight! _ _ _ _ _
Dirty!
[Gm] That's what he said.
_ After seven pints of beer and thirty cigarettes. _
[Cm] Cueball corner pocket, blue chalk on his chin.
I loaned him some bulls-eye and a sky of events.
Gotta [Eb] throw them a curveball, [D] sneak in a miss, play [Gm] nicely.
That's what they taught me.
Said, Chef Aaron, good sports will do the
[Em] same.
But the [Cm] more that I sweat, the more that I bleed.
[Gm] While the hot shot on top loses count of his B [Eb]-T.
High-lit back feet, [D] my father's [Gm] factory.
_ _ _ _ _ [Cm] Come as far back as I [Gm] can remember, the ball [D] field was never that [Gm] level.
Or even, the wind [Cm] and the tide, loose and in our eyes.
So if [D] we're to rise, gotta stand [Eb] on each [D] other's backs.
Fight!
Dirty!
_ No more fooling around for me.
With permits and escorts and picnics for peace.
[Cm] There's a top to take back, like a bust to keep.
Time to put down your Duke, scratch the bike, kick and scrape.
[Eb] I just wanna see this [D] foolyard bully's crying.
[Gm] Bleed. _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ [D] _ _ [Gm] _ _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ [D] _ _ [Gm] _ _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ [D] _ _ [Gm] _ _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ [D] _ _ [Gm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Cm] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ [D] _ _ Fight!
[Gm] Dirty!
Hit below the waist, that's how it's done to us.
Behind closed doors each [Cm] day, rules they don't follow.
Treaties that snap, [Gm] with a shake and a putt.
And the raise of a glass, [Eb] you fix the game?
[D] I'll cheat if I must [Gm] take it back.
_ [D] _ Take it back!
[Cm] _ _
[Gm] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _
[Gm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [Cm] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _
[Gm] _ _ [D] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ [D] _ _ [Gm] _ _ [Cm] _ [Bb] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ So I shrug, take a shot, he says, you disagree?
Well, go on with the same old ant.
Bag [A] up your things, at your job [Cm] you'll be safe.
Your prison is free, [Gm] that's a stop starving millions.
It's a cure [G] for the disease, you [Eb] see me?
I'm the spanner, [D] and they all just got [Gm] discs to clean.
_ _ _ _ _ [Cm] Hustle back as I [Gm] can remember, the ball [D] field was never that [Gm] level.
And the wind [Cm] and the tides, who stand [Gm] in our eyes?
So if [D] we're to rise, gotta stand [Eb] on each [D] other's backs. _
Gotta beat [Eb] that math [D] their own game. _
Throw the tear [Eb] gas right back [A] in, this place is [D] fire! _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Fight! _ _ _ _ _
Dirty!
[Gm] That's what he said.
_ After seven pints of beer and thirty cigarettes. _
[Cm] Cueball corner pocket, blue chalk on his chin.
I loaned him some bulls-eye and a sky of events.
Gotta [Eb] throw them a curveball, [D] sneak in a miss, play [Gm] nicely.
That's what they taught me.
Said, Chef Aaron, good sports will do the
[Em] same.
But the [Cm] more that I sweat, the more that I bleed.
[Gm] While the hot shot on top loses count of his B [Eb]-T.
High-lit back feet, [D] my father's [Gm] factory.
_ _ _ _ _ [Cm] Come as far back as I [Gm] can remember, the ball [D] field was never that [Gm] level.
Or even, the wind [Cm] and the tide, loose and in our eyes.
So if [D] we're to rise, gotta stand [Eb] on each [D] other's backs.
Fight!
Dirty!
_ No more fooling around for me.
With permits and escorts and picnics for peace.
[Cm] There's a top to take back, like a bust to keep.
Time to put down your Duke, scratch the bike, kick and scrape.
[Eb] I just wanna see this [D] foolyard bully's crying.
[Gm] Bleed. _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ [D] _ _ [Gm] _ _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ [D] _ _ [Gm] _ _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ [D] _ _ [Gm] _ _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ [D] _ _ [Gm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Cm] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ [D] _ _ Fight!
[Gm] Dirty!
Hit below the waist, that's how it's done to us.
Behind closed doors each [Cm] day, rules they don't follow.
Treaties that snap, [Gm] with a shake and a putt.
And the raise of a glass, [Eb] you fix the game?
[D] I'll cheat if I must [Gm] take it back.
_ [D] _ Take it back!
[Cm] _ _
[Gm] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _
[Gm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [Cm] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _
[Gm] _ _ [D] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ [D] _ _ [Gm] _ _ [Cm] _ [Bb] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ So I shrug, take a shot, he says, you disagree?
Well, go on with the same old ant.
Bag [A] up your things, at your job [Cm] you'll be safe.
Your prison is free, [Gm] that's a stop starving millions.
It's a cure [G] for the disease, you [Eb] see me?
I'm the spanner, [D] and they all just got [Gm] discs to clean.
_ _ _ _ _ [Cm] Hustle back as I [Gm] can remember, the ball [D] field was never that [Gm] level.
And the wind [Cm] and the tides, who stand [Gm] in our eyes?
So if [D] we're to rise, gotta stand [Eb] on each [D] other's backs. _
Gotta beat [Eb] that math [D] their own game. _
Throw the tear [Eb] gas right back [A] in, this place is [D] fire! _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _