On All Fours

	  		

Standard Tuning, No Capo 

* harmonics 
x muted note 

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verse 1: 
Three weeks and counting till he's on his way to France 
Not a dime in his pocket but a ticket in his hand 
He's a cynical bastard but there's hope in his eyes 
It's ben a long time comin' spent a long time runnin' from his insides 

verse 2: 
He tries hard to songwrite his way out of bed 
But nothing tastes as clever as it sounded in his head 
He wants to get his teeth wet and sink his feet in 
He should have billions of dollars 'cuz every asshole's put two cents in 

Chorus: 
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And he writes the songs yeah he can say what he wants yeah he can be who he wants to 
And they say he's wrong but they keep tagging along yeah they can leave if they want to 
And his way will never met yours 
He's got the world on his back and watch him take it... on all fours 

verse 3: 
Nine out of ten motherfuckers agree that his fucking foul language is a fucking travesty 
But motherfucking fuck is just another fucking word 
The idea a word is dirty is to him fucking absurd 

Chorus 

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And this world will soon be the death of him, and his voice will fade away 
And his jeans will be all that's left of him, and they'll wonder if he was ok 

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And the Alkies will say it was drinkin', and the preacher will say it was sin 
And his mother will say he was thinkin' only of himself again 
And the gays they will say it was straight people, and the straights will say it was AIDS 
And he'll be in line at the gate, people still standing 
In his way 
In his way 

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And he writes the songs yeah he can say what he wants yeah he can be who he wants to 
And they say he's wrong but they keep tagging along yeah they can leave if they want to 
(continue Chorus with strumming) 
And his way will never meet yours 
He's got the world on his back and watch him take it... on all fours.