Positively Madison Ave chords by David Duchovny
Guitar chords with lyrics
I think this is right, the lyrics may be a bit off. There's probably a lot more going on, but this will get you started Capo 3rd Fret Em D C Em D Joker man takes off his mask C Reveals a car salesman and at last, says Em D ?Grow up, son, you know it's just a masquerade, now C Be a good boy and get me and the boss a Gatorade"
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Em D You can work up quite a thirst C Watchin' all them bubbles burst Em D I was following Ghandi on the twitter C He tweeted ?Son, I don't like to see you bitter? Em D But if you wanna get in this kind of shape C Well, it's abstinence and a protein shake Em D Or you could lose your appetite C Watching wrong pass for right Em D Yeah, you could lose your appetite C Watching wrong pass for right Em D Save me a place at the bar C Bobby Dylan was selling cars Em D All hail the stripes and the stars C Bobby Dylan, was selling cars Em D Voyeurs, critics, bloggers, vultures C Pick their percentage off the carcass of the culture Em D In Rome we fiddled as corporations C Pull out to other nations, give Mother Earth a facial Em D All men are created equal, more or less C Free to negotiate a sequel, God bless! Em D Don't call me a hypocrite, naive C You can take as good as given, still believe Em D Mo-Town slim pictures of Lucky 7 C While the believin' Pete Seeger has to hitch his way to heaven Em D Oh, I have learned the victor?s secrets C You can show panties and still remain a Jesus Em D Save me a place at the bar C Bobby Dylan was selling cars Em D All hail the stripes and the stars C Bobby Dylan, was selling cars F#m C#m I don't wanna B C#m Complain F#m G#m But this whole world C#m G#m F#m Seems strange A E F#m The writing on the wall, I think A C D Was written to disappear in ink Em D I'm sure your morals are beyond reproach C But it's not like I'm asking you to fly coach Em D I know it's uncool not to be ironic C And I know that you're bulletproof iconic Em D I really shouldn?t be throwin' stones, no C Cause chasing spooks on Fox I made my bones Em D We're all guilty of sin C Comes up and force someone to keep from gettin' in Em D Those who used to hustle ho C Fashion the nooses now out of a velvet rope Em D But I guess there?s nothin' much to do C Cause only you can write the song that gets to you Em D I guess there?s nothing much to do C Cause only you can write the song that gets to you Em D Save me a place at the bar C Bobby Dylan was selling cars Em D Well, I guess I should be goin' Em D Aw, shit, is that Leonard Cohen?