Chords for The Dismemberment Plan - The Ice of Boston (with lyrics)

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_ _ Pop open [E] a bottle of bubbly. _
[B] Yeah.
_ Here's to another goddamn new year.
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [G#m] _
_ [B] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ And outside [E] 2 million drunk Bostonians are getting ready to [B] sing Auld Lang Syne [G#] out of the tomb.
[A] I sit there in my [B] easy chair, looking at the [C#m] clouds, orange with celebration.
_ [B] I wonder if you're out [E] there. _ _ _
[B] _ _ Hey!
[E] The ice of Boston is muddy.
_ [G] Never fletched, no life, dead day or night.
[F#m] I slip on it every [E] _ time.
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[B] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _
[B] _ Pop open the [E] third bottle of bubbly.
Yeah, and I take [B] that bottle of champagne, go into the kitchen, [C#m] stand in front of the
kitchen window, and I take all [B] my clothes off, take that bottle of champagne, [C#m] and I
pour it on my head, feel a [B] cascade through my hair and across my chest, [C#m] and the phone
rings.
And it's my [B] mother.
And she says, hi [C#m] honey, how's Boston?
And I stand there [B] all alone on a New Year's Eve, buck naked, drenched in champagne, looking
at a bunch of strangers, [E] looking at them, looking at me, looking at them, and I [B] say,
Auld [G#m] Bang Mom, how's Washington?
_ [F#] Hey!
[E] The ice of Boston is muddy.
_ [G] Never fletched, no life, [F#] dead day or night.
[B] I slip on it every [E] time.
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_ _ _ [E] The ice of Boston is muddy.
Never fletched, [F#] no life, dead [F#] day or night.
I [A] slip on it every _ [E]
time, time, [G] time, [B] time, yeah. _
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_ _ _ _ _ So I guess the party [C#m] line is I followed you up here.
[B] I don't know about that.
[C#m] Mainly [G#] because knowing about that [B] would involve knowing about some pathetic, ridiculous, and
absolutely true things about myself.
I'd [C#m] rather not admit to right now.
_ _ [B] I woke up at [C#m] 3 a.m. with the radio on, that Gladys Knight and [B] the Pip song on about how
she'd [C#m] rather live in his world with him than live in her own world [B] alone.
And I laid [C#m] there, head spinning, trying to fall asleep, [B] and I thought to myself, oh,
[G#m] Gladys, girl, I love you, but oh, get out of [F#] my face! _
[E] The ice of Boston is muddy. _
[G] Never fletched, [F#] no life, dead day or night.
[A] I slip on it every [E] time. _ _
[G] _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _ The ice of Boston is [E] muddy.
_ Never fletched, no life, dead [F#] day or night.
I slip on it every _ [E] time, _ [G] time, [F#] time, time, _ _ _ [A] time, time, time, time, time, time, time, time,
_ [E] _ _ _ [B] time, time, time, [F#] _ _ _ [A] time, time, time, time, time, time, time, time, time, time, time, time, time,
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