Chords for Johnny Hobo and The Freight Trains - The Politics Of Holy Shit I Just Cut My Hand On A Broken Bottle

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[F] _ _ [C] He talks about nothing, [E] using too [Fm] many [C] words.
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[F] _ _ [C] He talks [G] revolution [E] _
[Fm] for an hour [Cm] without using [G] [E] any verbs.
[Fm] _ _ [C] _ [G] She acts of [Em] rage, which is most [F] of her [C] problem.
In love with [G] everyone [E] until she wakes [Fm] up tomorrow.
[C] _ [G] Another [E] Saturday night.
[Fm] _ _ [Cm] Another [G] fucking [E] shitty [Fm] Saturday night.
[C] I'm spinning in [Em] the next room.
[F] Slurring along to my _ [G] isolation at the top [C] of my lungs.
I'm [Em] sitting here next to you.
[F] Sore throat from jokes [G] about all the dumbest things [C] I've done.
[Am] I don't want [F] to be [G] anywhere [C] at all.
[Am] Here or at [F] my house, [G] kicking at the [C] wall.
[Am] If I'm at where [F] the heart [G] is,
[C] then I live in [Am] my upper [F] chest.
[G] _ _ [C] _ I'm gonna [G] drink until [D] these tears [Am] start to taste like the [C] cheap beer.
I'm [G] gonna drink tonight until [D] these tears [Am] start to taste like the [C] cheap [G] beer.
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_ [F] _ [C] The bottles are [G] stacked [Em] like they show [F] how we're [C] different.
[G] And _ [E] _ _
[Fm] _ _ [C] that maybe if we were [F] sober, [C] we could [G] explain what this [E] all [F] meant.
_ [Cm] But [G] pints of [E] vodka, you're right [F] poetry, [Cm] you can't [G] rearrange, [E] crotch builds into [F] melodies.
_ [C] _ But I swear to fuck, _ that a brick through a broken [Fm] Starbucks window [C] means more.
And I swear to fuck that we'd find more six [D] stumps when we're passed out on [C] the floor.
[G] Than the works of [E] Kropotkin [F] ever could.
[C] Than all the works of Karl Marx ever [F] fucking [C] could.
I'm puking in the [E] next room.
Sorry [F] about the carpet, [G] clean it up or your mom will [C] be mad.
I'm pretending [E] that I'm too good for you.
[F] So you can't see the [G] worthless, spaghettic person [C] I am.
Better [Am] to seem like an [F] asshole than what [G] you are.
_ _ [C] _ The [Am] billionth teenage boy [D] with social problems [G] to play the guitar.
_ [C] _ [Am] I'm not sure [F] what I want [G] you to say to [C] me.
But I [Am] know the look [F] on your face [G] that I wanna [C] see.
If [Am] home is where [F] the heart [G] is, [C] then mine [Am] is the [F] cigarette. _
[G] _ _ [C] _ _ I'm gonna [G] drink until [D] these tears _ [Am] start to taste like a [C] cheese beer.
I'm [G] gonna drink tonight until [D] these tears _ [Am] start to taste like a [C] cheese [G] beer.
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_ _ _ I'm [G] not you and [E] that's good [F] enough for me.
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_ [Fm] _ _ [Cm] The only [G] word [E] that I use [Fm] is fuck [C] so you can [G] forget the [E] dictionary.
_ [F] _ _ [C] I [G] can't [E] tell what [F] question you're asking.
[C] I [G] don't [E] care, cause no [F] it's my [C] answer.
Another [Em] Saturday _ _ night.
[C] Against [G] [Em] everything on a Saturday [F] night.
[C] _ I'm bleeding in the [Em] next room.
Let it [F] happen cause maybe [G] the blood loss will add to [C] my high.
I'm here [E] beating up on you.
[F] Cause I'm just drunk enough [G] to be sure that I'm ready [C] to die.
[Am] I don't care that [F] you don't [G] care, that I don't [C] care.
The only card game I know is strip _ solitaire.
[Am] If home is where [F] the heart [G] is, [C] then I [Am] got evicted [F] this [G] week.
_ [C] _ _ I'm gonna [G] drink until these [D] tears _ [Am] start to taste like a [C] cheese beer.
I'm [G] gonna drink tonight until [D] these tears [Am] start to taste like a cheese [C] beer.
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