Lawrence Arms - Demons

I got too ^Cdrunk at your wedding and my ^Fvoice got loud and I ^Csaid some creepy things and I s^Ftaggered around and even ^Amthough your best ^Gman had to ^Fkick me out it was a ^Fpretty good ^Gtime either ^Cway.

You see, a f^Cight broke out and an ^Fold man was yelling, cuz ^Cno one was buying all the ^Fbullshit he was selling and he ^Amthrew all his ^Gkeepsakes on the ^Fground and walked away, ^Fcursing hard to ^Gbring back yester^Cday

And the ^Amdy-i-i^G-i-ing ai^Fnt gonna stop just bec^Cause you w^Galk aw^Amay. And you can ^Ccr-y-^Gy-y for every^Fthing that youve lost but youre n^Fever gonna b^Gring back these d^Cays.

I hate the ^CMondays and the Fridays cuz they a^Flways define The ^Cendless march of pushing, ruthles^Fsly to the light. Well, if Im g^Amonna be d^Gying then Im ^Fgonna get high and ^Fscream until Im n^Got feeling the p^Cain.

Lets burn a b^Cridge for the fuck of it and k^Fill this night With some ^Cbeers down at the pits, with whiskey l^Fips and well try To ^Amlove for the ^Gmoment and for^Fget for the night, that ^Flife doesnt u^Gsually feel g^Creat.

And the ^Amdy-i-i^G-i-ing ai^Fnt gonna stop just bec^Cause you w^Galk a^Amway. And you can ^Ccr-y-^Gy-y for everyt^Fhing that youve lost but youre n^Fever gonna b^Gring back these d^Cays.

^AmWhere we gonna go now that ^Ceverythings shut d^Fown? I ^Amcant go home, so w^Chere do you wanna go n^Fow? F G [slow tempo] Lets bring it back around to where everybodys singin that the ^Cdy-i-^Gi-i-ing a^Fint gonna stop just be^Ccause you ^Gwalk ^Amaway. And you can ^Ccr-y-^Gy-y for every^Fthing that youve lost but youre ^Fnever gonna ^Gbring back these ^Cday^Gs. ^F Youre ^Fnever gonna ^Gbring back these d^Cays^C/B. ^{Am G F}