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Tuning: E A D G B E
Ramshackle Glory - Eulogy for an adolescence shattered against Elliot Street Pavement(here's to being young!) Intro: Am E Fmaj7 Am G7 Am
Here's to theAm knives in your pockets, Ethe gun in your trunk, theFmaj7 years it's been since we weren't drunk.
ThAme neighbor shirtless,G7 face-down on the Fmaj7lawn. Here's to thAme BB gun holes in the Ewall, the buFmaj7rnt tin foil in the hall.
The weAmeks I've spent in bG7ed since you werFmaj7e gone. Here's to sAmhitting my pants dowG7ntown when the dealer's late, sFmaj7tumbling home to the feds at the front gate,
sAmleeping behind the sG7chool when the landlordE comes. Here's to bFmaj7eing young. AmI hope I die before I getG7 old. Hell, I just hopFmaj7e I die Ambefore the spoon getsG7 cold.
Sing it with me nEow, while we've still got our lungs: Here's to being young.
Am E Fmaj7 Am G7 Am
BuAmy whipped cream on EBET and hufFmaj7f it in the dark with me. There'sAm a bill on the table, but I G7don't recognize the nFmaj7ame.
AmWe just came for a Egood time. It's lFmaj7isterine, but it tastes fine, or at Amleast it did last tiG7me you got the Fmaj7shakes.
Here's to Amrunning out the grocery stG7ore with a thirty pack, pFmaj7unching the cashier that wants it back, bAmooking it out of thG7ere before the policFmaj7e come.
Here's to being young. IAm hope I die before I get G7old. Hell, I just hopFmaj7e I die.
BlahAm, blah, bG7lah. Sing it withE me now, convince me this is fun: Here's to being young.
Am E Fmaj7 Am G7 Am