Even Trophy Boys And Girls Sing The Blues Chords

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E) "Even Trophy Boys and Girls Sing the Blues" by Less Than Jake Album "In With the Out Crowd" Tabbed/Chorded by swaid Chords: E D A B C# C e|---------------| B|---------------| G|-9-7-----6--5--| D|-9-7-7-9-6--5--| A|-7-5-7-9-4--3--| E|-----5-7-------| The Notes for the lead-in before every verse are B, A, B followed by the verse chords Intro: E D A E D A

Verse 1: E D A Sometimes my head gets so crazy from all this contemplating E D A So different from the mistakes I've been making and tragedies we're facing... Pre-Chorus 1: D A E B So tell me can money buy your point of view? D A E B Even trophy boys and girls sing the blues Chorus 1: A E B The things that you're haunted by; you're in so high Inside your candy-coated life A E B When perfect isn't making sense, When perfect makes you sick! fill: E D A E D A Verse 2: E D A I'm so tired with my hands always shaking And I've been concentrating E D A On how my seconds I can go without breathing Or days i can go without feeling Pre-Chorus 2: D A E B So tell me again, how your parents fucked you up! D A E B With traditions from the bluest blood! Chorus 2: A E B The things that you're haunted by; you're in so high Inside your candy-coated life A E B When perfect isn't making sense When perfect's making you feel sick A E B Your life is in a constant panic Perfect package turning tragic A E B C C# Seems to make a perfect fit Of how empty your perfect life has been Bridge: C# A B C# A B Verse 3: E D A I'm so tired with my hands always shaking And I've been concentrating E D A So different from the mistakes I've been making and tragedies we're facing... Pre-Chorus 3: D A E B So tell me can money buy your point of view? D A E B Even trophy boys and girls sing the blues Chorus 3: A E B The things that you're haunted by; you're in so high Inside your candy-coated life A E B When perfect isn't making sense When perfect's making you feel sick A E B Your life is in a constant panic Perfect package turning tragic A E B E Seems to make a perfect fit Of how empty your perfect life has been