Ty Segall - You make the sun fry

^C7Ever since a modern man ^Bb7Made himself an iron hand ^Ab7I was trapped inside again ^FTrying to get ^About ^C7Oh won't you take me to the hill? ^Bb7Put me in your Coupe de Ville ^Ab7Tell me that you love me still ^FWe could get ^About of here

^GOh, ^Flife is a ^Cstory ^GWon't you ^Fbe my ^Cstory, girl? Your ^Bb7eyes ^A7are ^Ab7blue ^G7skies

^C7We could eat the tasty pieces ^Bb7Of the peaches on the beaches ^Ab7Tell me what would be such fun ^FSitting in the ^Abgarden sun ^C7And you could go and meet my mom ^Bb7We could sit there all day long ^Ab7Tell me what would be so wrong ^FOh so ^Abwrong with that?

^GOh, ^Flife is a ^Cstory ^GWon't you ^Fbe my ^Cstory, girl? Your ^Bb7eyes ^A7are ^Ab7gold ^G7skies That ^Bb7shows ^A7them the ^Ab7sun-^G7fries And ^Bb7you ^A7saw ^Ab7no--^G7thing You ^Bb7made ^A7me so ^Ab7ha--^G7ppy!

^GOh, ^Flife is a ^Cstory ^GWon't you ^Fbe my ^Cstory, girl? Your ^Bb7eyes ^A7are ^Ab7blood-^G7shot