Stuff That I Like chords by Bomb The Music Industry

Stuff That I Like -by- Bomb the Music Industry

This song was a beast to figure out, so I'm probably not completely right, just
leave a comment or correction if you have any other ideas.

Standard tuning

Chords Used
G-320003
C-x32010
Em-022000
D-xx0232
Cadd9-x32030
Cmaj7-x32000
Gadd9-320005
G (barre) - 355433
B (barre) - 799877
Am (barre) - 577555
F# (barre) - 244322

C
The city subway stations never glisten.
                                     Em
The gates rise up like they belong in prison.
                                 D
And my balance is low. I better pick a good place, I got one ride to go.
             G
Your fucking cocaine party fucking freaks me out.
               C
When did Scott Weiland show up? How long’s he stickin’ around?
              Em
I guess this new fare hike means that I’ll ride my bike,
     D
play video games and do other stuff that I like.

Cmaj7

G

Cmaj7

G

Cmaj7

G

Cadd9
           G
And in the morning cleaning up, we found these plastic bags
        G
with a little bit of party left and started to laugh,
          G
“Man, I’m glad I passed out from the booze and the weed
         G
cause the house stayed up ‘til 6 AM doing speed.”
            G
But now it’s 1 AM and I’m quite a few in
         G
and I can barely make out where the bathroom line begins
               G
and it’s been moving five inches every fucking five minutes.
              D
I wanna ask the over privileged kids if

(I suggest barre chords here, except for the Cadd9-Cmaj7 parts)
B
they would fucking mind?
  Cmaj7
I gotta take a piss in the cocaine room. What is this? The line for lines?
      B
It’s a long line for lines. I’m getting claustrophobia

              B
from the twenty-something set with bleary eyes.
Cmaj7
What is this? The line for lines? Long line for lines.
Cmaj7
I don’t wanna be part of this Friday night or Saturday night.
Cmaj7
I don’t wanna be part of this line for lines, long line for lines.
G
I don’t wanna be part of this night.
         D
When I’m out these days I do is complain about the booming bass
               C
and the shitty DJ because if I wanted to go to a dance club,
          D
I’d own a bottle of Brut, a closet full of Christian Dior,
           G
and I’d be in a different room.
               G
‘Cause we can dance to Otis Redding, P.O.S, and M.I.A
              G
and if you’re on Serato Scratch don’t call yourself a DJ.
         G
Beat detecting’s got no attitude, your tempo maps can’t feel and room,
      D
but lemmings all have dancing shoes and

(barre again here)
B
I’m just freaking out.
             B
You’re assaulting me with thrusts like I’m an asshole.
        Cmaj7
You’re sweating to the sounds of Billboard’s Hot 100
       B
like a total yeah bro dick.
          B
Man, I thought that we all lived here ‘cause we’re different
          Cmaj7
I guess I was wrong this time, and time after time
Cmaj7
I don’t wanna be part of this Friday night or Saturday night.
Cmaj7
I don’t wanna be part of these cokey times and eight dollar wines.
G
I don’t wanna be part of this night.

a few times)

C
The city subway station never glistens.

The gates rise up like “Hey What’s up?
            D
You’re in prison, confined by alcoholism and lack of better decisions

for having fun on the weekends.”
           G
But this shitty atmosphere keeps bumming me out.
              C
Don’t want my Club MTV. I hate Downtown Julie Brown.
              Em
I guess these new prices hikes will make me grab my light
              D
and climb the fire escape to the roof for a book that I like.