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Another easy song. Just belt it out at the top of your lungs and feel it. If it doesn't like you can fit all the syllables into one line because your spluttering with impotent then you're doing it right. Simply keep that chord strum going, tight, choppy and loud. you can get a friend to play percussion with it then all the better. http://witheredhand.com/ Capo 8th
CThe beer, the beer, the Fbeer, the beer The Cbeer don't make you a Fman No it Ctakes something elFse SGsus4omething I'll never havFe
And a Cbeer, a beer, a Fbeer, a beer A Cbeer makes you feel Fgood Like Cif you wanted you Fcould Gsus4Kick anybody's Fass
C F G knife, G knife, G knife, G knife
A Cknife makes you feel Fstrong With a gCun you're never Fwrong Gsus4Everybody try to stay caFlm I think the safety's on
A car, a car, a car, a car A car means you can go Whenever you want to With an FM radio Guitars, guitars, guitars, guitars Guitars, Thin Lizzy rocks So dust off your old stompbox and we'll run it through your Vox and your Firebird Cos you're tired, you're tired, you're tired, you're tired You're tired of feeling sad Your disappointed, hurt and mad And all the poetry you've written is bad Because a pen, a pen, a pen, a pen A pen don't mean you can write You're no fucking John Updike Even if you spell it right Just like a hardon, a hardon, a hardon, a hardon, a hardon A hardon don't mean you're in love Cos when the pushing comes to shove Do you really want to be here?