Title: Boy decide
Artist: Murder By Death
Album: In Bocca Al Lupo
Tunning: Half step down (D#, G#, C#, F#, A#, D#)
The whole song uses Am, Dm, E(7) (G just once)
Verse:
There's a [Am]son he is born
With a s[Dm]ilver spoon in his mo[Am]uth
Go [Dm]on body admi[Am]t it
There's g[E]ot to be something you love
Eno[Dm]ugh to prot[Am]ect
You tire of things I k[E]now but you've got to push [Am]on
[Dm]On, o[G]n, o[Am]n, on, on x2
[Am]Some men crave women and s[Dm]ome men crave g[Am]old
[Am]Some folks die too young and s[Dm]ome die too [Am]old
[Am]Some just want to pass life with l[E]iquor and [Am]cards
[Am]Some work to the t[Dm]op and well s[E]ome don't get far
Chorus:
[Dm]Boy, De[Am]cide
[Dm]Boy, De[Am]cide
You're t[Dm]oo old to fuck around and t[Am]oo young to die
T[E]ime to try life on for s[Am]ize
Verse:
[Am]Now the time it has come to p[Dm]ull yourself out of the m[Am]ud
And f[Dm]ix yourself [Am]up
H[E]ell don't you care how you look?
[Dm]Your mother god re[Am]st her she'd spin in her grave
if s[E]he know what a mess you have m[Am]ade
[Am]Some men crave women and som[Dm]e men crave g[Am]old
[Am]Some folks die too young and s[Dm]ome die too[Am] old
[Am]Some just want to pass life with l[E]iquor and [Am]cards
[Am]Some work to the t[Dm]op and well s[E]ome don't get far
Chorus:
[Dm]Boy, Dec[Am]ide
[Dm]Boy, Dec[Am]ide
You're t[Dm]oo old to fuck around and t[Am]oo young to die
[E]Time to try life on for s[Am]ize
Instrumental:
Dm Am Dm Am Dm Am E x2 E7
Ending:
Cause you're p[Dm]issin' into the [Am]wind
Squ[Dm]andering the life you were g[Am]iven
[Dm]Now what w[Am]ill you d[E]o?
You're w[Dm]asting away your l[Am]ife
[Dm]Digging a hole you can d[Am]ive int[Dm]o
[Dm]When yo[Am]u get t[E]ired of fig[E7]htin[Am-]g
Artist: Murder By Death
Album: In Bocca Al Lupo
Tunning: Half step down (D#, G#, C#, F#, A#, D#)
The whole song uses Am, Dm, E(7) (G just once)
Verse:
There's a [Am]son he is born
With a s[Dm]ilver spoon in his mo[Am]uth
Go [Dm]on body admi[Am]t it
There's g[E]ot to be something you love
Eno[Dm]ugh to prot[Am]ect
You tire of things I k[E]now but you've got to push [Am]on
[Dm]On, o[G]n, o[Am]n, on, on x2
[Am]Some men crave women and s[Dm]ome men crave g[Am]old
[Am]Some folks die too young and s[Dm]ome die too [Am]old
[Am]Some just want to pass life with l[E]iquor and [Am]cards
[Am]Some work to the t[Dm]op and well s[E]ome don't get far
Chorus:
[Dm]Boy, De[Am]cide
[Dm]Boy, De[Am]cide
You're t[Dm]oo old to fuck around and t[Am]oo young to die
T[E]ime to try life on for s[Am]ize
Verse:
[Am]Now the time it has come to p[Dm]ull yourself out of the m[Am]ud
And f[Dm]ix yourself [Am]up
H[E]ell don't you care how you look?
[Dm]Your mother god re[Am]st her she'd spin in her grave
if s[E]he know what a mess you have m[Am]ade
[Am]Some men crave women and som[Dm]e men crave g[Am]old
[Am]Some folks die too young and s[Dm]ome die too[Am] old
[Am]Some just want to pass life with l[E]iquor and [Am]cards
[Am]Some work to the t[Dm]op and well s[E]ome don't get far
Chorus:
[Dm]Boy, Dec[Am]ide
[Dm]Boy, Dec[Am]ide
You're t[Dm]oo old to fuck around and t[Am]oo young to die
[E]Time to try life on for s[Am]ize
Instrumental:
Dm Am Dm Am Dm Am E x2 E7
Ending:
Cause you're p[Dm]issin' into the [Am]wind
Squ[Dm]andering the life you were g[Am]iven
[Dm]Now what w[Am]ill you d[E]o?
You're w[Dm]asting away your l[Am]ife
[Dm]Digging a hole you can d[Am]ive int[Dm]o
[Dm]When yo[Am]u get t[E]ired of fig[E7]htin[Am-]g