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[GGDGBD]Capo II
(transcribed from an acoustic performance at Calvin College on 4-14-00)
G: 000000
D/G: 004030
C/G: 002010
Em: 999900
D: 777700
C: 555500
Verse pattern:
[D/G] [C/G] [G]
--0-0-0-0--0-0-0-0---0-0-0-0--0-0-0-0--|
--3-3-3-3--1-1-1-1---0-0-0-0--0-0-0-0--|
--0-0-0-0--0-0-0-0---0-0-0-0--0-0-0-0--|
--4-4-4-4--2-2-2-2---0-0-0-0--0-0-0-0--|
--0-0-0-0--0-0-0-0---0-0-0-0--5-5-5-4--|
--0-0-0-0--0-0-0-0---0-0-0-0--5-5-5-4--|
anyone remember Tony . . . . . . . . etc.
[D/G]Does anyone[C/G] remember [G]Tony?
He was a [D/G]quiet boy, a little [C/G]overweight, he had [G]breasts like a girl
[D/G]When I wasn't too [C/G]busy feeling [G]lonely
[D/G]I'd stare over his [C/G]shoulder[G] at a map of the [D/G]world[C/G][G]
He always [D/G]finished all his [C/G]homework[G]
[D/G]Raised his hand in [C/G]homeroom[G]
[D/G]For the morning[C/G] attendance[G]
And to [D/G]pledge allegiance [C/G]to the gloom[G]
[Em]Hey To[D]ny, what's so [C]good about [G]dying
I [Em]think I might [D]do a little[C] dying to[G]day
[Em]Looked in the [D]mirror saw that [C]little faggot [G]staring back at him
[Em]Pulled out a [D]gun and [C]blew himself a[G]way
I hated every day of high school
Funny, I guess you did too
Funny how I never knew
There I was sitting right behind you
They wrote it in the local rag
Death comes to the local fag
I guess you finally stopped believing that any hope would ever find you
I knew that story, I was sitting right behind you
Hey Tony, what's so good about dying?
I think I might do a little dying today
He looked in the mirror, saw that little faggot staring back at him
Pulled out a gun, and blew himself away
[GGDGBD]Capo II
(transcribed from an acoustic performance at Calvin College on 4-14-00)
G: 000000
D/G: 004030
C/G: 002010
Em: 999900
D: 777700
C: 555500
Verse pattern:
[D/G] [C/G] [G]
--0-0-0-0--0-0-0-0---0-0-0-0--0-0-0-0--|
--3-3-3-3--1-1-1-1---0-0-0-0--0-0-0-0--|
--0-0-0-0--0-0-0-0---0-0-0-0--0-0-0-0--|
--4-4-4-4--2-2-2-2---0-0-0-0--0-0-0-0--|
--0-0-0-0--0-0-0-0---0-0-0-0--5-5-5-4--|
--0-0-0-0--0-0-0-0---0-0-0-0--5-5-5-4--|
anyone remember Tony . . . . . . . . etc.
[D/G]Does anyone[C/G] remember [G]Tony?
He was a [D/G]quiet boy, a little [C/G]overweight, he had [G]breasts like a girl
[D/G]When I wasn't too [C/G]busy feeling [G]lonely
[D/G]I'd stare over his [C/G]shoulder[G] at a map of the [D/G]world[C/G][G]
He always [D/G]finished all his [C/G]homework[G]
[D/G]Raised his hand in [C/G]homeroom[G]
[D/G]For the morning[C/G] attendance[G]
And to [D/G]pledge allegiance [C/G]to the gloom[G]
[Em]Hey To[D]ny, what's so [C]good about [G]dying
I [Em]think I might [D]do a little[C] dying to[G]day
[Em]Looked in the [D]mirror saw that [C]little faggot [G]staring back at him
[Em]Pulled out a [D]gun and [C]blew himself a[G]way
I hated every day of high school
Funny, I guess you did too
Funny how I never knew
There I was sitting right behind you
They wrote it in the local rag
Death comes to the local fag
I guess you finally stopped believing that any hope would ever find you
I knew that story, I was sitting right behind you
Hey Tony, what's so good about dying?
I think I might do a little dying today
He looked in the mirror, saw that little faggot staring back at him
Pulled out a gun, and blew himself away
