Chords for URBAN DANCE SQUAD - BUREAUCRAT OF FLACCOSTREET (1991)

Tempo:
93.1 bpm
Chords used:

C

Cm

Ab

Fm

D

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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URBAN DANCE SQUAD - BUREAUCRAT OF FLACCOSTREET (1991) chords
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[C]
[Cm] I'm figuring ways in a place to boost some meddling.
Rushing as fast as a [C] man on a long trip, the long mile.
Swishing the time, working the files.
Taking ladies' secretaries' looks [Ab] and business miles.
[Cm] Telling the jockeys to fuck in the throat.
[C] Lines of perspectives with a gray raincoat.
[Cm] I can't believe I'm a professional grad.
What a sad, in the back of no one's head.
[C] I'm a pure [Cm] grad, I ain't got time for getting back.
[C]
Now and [Cm] then, you look up to a 25.
Having the power, maybe standing in line.
Drinking and singing in desks.
Raising plates to sweat.
I'm the Zazz is my guest, yo.
Showing feelings, meaningless, he gets the pleasure.
Look in the hills above, grabbing the hat below.
Feet so far, arms so shallow.
Look [C] at Joan on the house of commission.
Throw out the test, do the wife, that old sack position.
A gray stain, dip in frustration.
Rotation, occasion, destination.
Coronation Street.
[Fm] Speeding the feet [Cm] for the fuss and fuss.
Surreverence, bringing on the vacant.
And nothing to discuss.
I'm a pure grad, I ain't got time for getting back.
[C] What a sad, in the back of no one's head.
I'm a pure grad, [Cm] I ain't got time for getting back.
[C] [D]
[C] [Bb] [C]
[F] [C]
[Cm]
[Am] [Cm]
[C] [Cm]
Come back in time.
Key:  
C
3211
Cm
13421113
Ab
134211114
Fm
123111111
D
1321
C
3211
Cm
13421113
Ab
134211114
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] I'm figuring ways in a place to boost some meddling.
Rushing as fast as a [C] man on a long trip, the long mile.
Swishing the time, working the files.
Taking ladies' secretaries' looks [Ab] and business miles.
[Cm] Telling the jockeys to fuck in the throat.
[C] Lines of perspectives with a gray raincoat.
[Cm] _ _ I can't believe I'm a professional grad.
_ What a sad, in the back of no one's head.
[C] _ _ I'm a pure [Cm] grad, I ain't got time for getting back. _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Now and [Cm] then, you look up to a 25.
Having the power, maybe standing in line.
Drinking and singing in desks.
_ Raising plates to sweat.
I'm the Zazz is my guest, yo.
Showing feelings, meaningless, he gets the pleasure.
Look in the hills above, grabbing the hat below.
Feet so far, arms so shallow.
Look [C] at Joan on the house of commission.
Throw out the test, do the wife, that old sack position.
A gray stain, dip in frustration.
Rotation, occasion, destination.
Coronation Street.
[Fm] Speeding the feet [Cm] for the fuss and fuss.
Surreverence, bringing on the vacant.
And nothing to discuss.
_ _ I'm a pure grad, I ain't got time for getting back.
[C] _ _ What a sad, in the back of no one's head.
_ _ _ I'm a pure grad, [Cm] I ain't got time for getting back. _ _ _ _ _ _
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Come back in time. _ _ _