David Bazan - Cold beer and cigarettes

^EA white ghost, making his way up the west coast Trying t^Do focus his h^C#migh hopes on a vagina or two He's tak^Ding his ^Achances ^EMeanwhile, back in his living room Bright smiles are w^Datching his toddler run speed trials Over a gr^C#mandmother's rug And ^Dnature^A advances

^C/G Up the ^Aminter^Dstate He's ^B7been ^Emawake And ^C/Gpretty ^Ddrunk fo^Bmr three whole^C/G days No one ^Amwant^Ds to stop ^B7Until they ^Emget to ^Bmwhere they're ^C/Ggoing I'll ^Emget to^Bm where I'm ^C/Ggoing ^B7sus4pretty soon ^B7

So he ^Etakes ano^Bmther drink 'Cause watching ^Athe scenery bleed ^AmInto eac^Eh similar scene Isn't ^C#mas sweet as ^B7it had been in ^C/Ghis dreams

^EIt's faster to buy cigarettes and some cold beer If you^D don't rattle the cashier By asking her back to^F#m your room She's ^Bcalling security

^AOur car's on fire in the parking lot And nobody ^Ewants it to rain But God isn't listening So all o^Af the windshields glisten The water and oil mix Causing ^Ethe fire to spread To five or s^Bix innocent automobiles Waitin^Ag in their nearby spots What a crue^El God we've got

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So^E he tak^Bmes another drink 'Cause wat^Aching the formula bleed ^AmInto eac^Eh similar thing Isn't ^C#mas sweet as ^B7it had been in^E7 his dreams