The fine art of self destruction
My first tab so please go easy, any suggestions greatfully recieved.
Standard tuning: E B G D A E
Capo on 3rd fret
Bass intro
[Em] [G] [Em]
The [Em]Harle[G]m [Em]mammas they are laug[Em]hing[G][Em]
They call me punk rock think they're cute
The pizza boys they keep on starin'
I guess they finally made it off their stoop
[Em]I don't even know and [G]I don't even care x3
Oh [C]yeah
Since [G]I've been [C]hanging round
Machin[G]es go up a[C]nd down
Spray [G]paint gosp[C]el on the b[D]eat
Anot[G]her bill[C]board reads
Come[G] to Miam[C]i Beach
A ma[G]n sells [C]pretzels in the h[D]eat
Riding on the subway
[Em] [G] [Em]
Saints and sinners sweepstakes winners
Nine to five their smoking gun
Jazzman Jimmy's busked a million
Sometimes plays Duke Ellington for fun
I don't even know and I don't even care x3
Oh yeah
I've been hanging round
In the underground
One day I saw you in your seat
Past the transit cops
A three-card monty box
If I only had the guts to speak
Riding on the subway
[C]Mother told me yesterday
The t[G]hings that God would never say b[D]efore
We'll h[C]ang around the radio and l[G]isten to the status quo go [D]on
I'm all right until Sunday night when
I keep going down
Took the local round
A soul confession in my sleep
Ain't no wishing well
Underneath the El
I still hope someday we might meet
Riding on the subway
My first tab so please go easy, any suggestions greatfully recieved.
Standard tuning: E B G D A E
Capo on 3rd fret
Bass intro
[Em] [G] [Em]
The [Em]Harle[G]m [Em]mammas they are laug[Em]hing[G][Em]
They call me punk rock think they're cute
The pizza boys they keep on starin'
I guess they finally made it off their stoop
[Em]I don't even know and [G]I don't even care x3
Oh [C]yeah
Since [G]I've been [C]hanging round
Machin[G]es go up a[C]nd down
Spray [G]paint gosp[C]el on the b[D]eat
Anot[G]her bill[C]board reads
Come[G] to Miam[C]i Beach
A ma[G]n sells [C]pretzels in the h[D]eat
Riding on the subway
[Em] [G] [Em]
Saints and sinners sweepstakes winners
Nine to five their smoking gun
Jazzman Jimmy's busked a million
Sometimes plays Duke Ellington for fun
I don't even know and I don't even care x3
Oh yeah
I've been hanging round
In the underground
One day I saw you in your seat
Past the transit cops
A three-card monty box
If I only had the guts to speak
Riding on the subway
[C]Mother told me yesterday
The t[G]hings that God would never say b[D]efore
We'll h[C]ang around the radio and l[G]isten to the status quo go [D]on
I'm all right until Sunday night when
I keep going down
Took the local round
A soul confession in my sleep
Ain't no wishing well
Underneath the El
I still hope someday we might meet
Riding on the subway