Tabs
with SMTP id ; Sat, 23 Jan 1993 17:31:59 -0800
(5.65c+/10jsm) id AA22566; Sat, 23 Jan 1993 20:31:55 -0500
[email protected]
Cc: [email protected]
X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL13]
Mime-Version: 1.0
Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit
Content-Length: 2856
Social Distortian - Sick Boys
VERSES AND CHORUS:
G#G# G# 
C#C# 
D#D#
over and over again throughout the whole song.
INTRO:
e----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
b-13-11-9-9------|-9-9--------9-13-|-11-11-11-11-----|
g----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
D----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
A----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
E----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
e----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
b-13-11-9-9------|-9-9--------9----|-----------------|
g----------------|---------------8-|-----------------|
D----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
A----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
E----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
e----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
b-13-11-9-9------|-9-9--------9-13-|-11-11h13p11-----|
g----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
D----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
A----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
E----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
e----------------|-11-11-11-13-11--|-----------------|
b-9-9-9----11h13-|-11-11-11-11-11--|-----------------|
g----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
D----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
A----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
E----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
VERSE1:
G#G# G#G# C#C# D#D#
Sick Boy In his faded ......
VERSE2:
G#G# G#G# C#C# D#D#
Sick Boy He rides a big motorbik.....
STRUCTURE:
intro
verse1
intro again
verse2
Corrections welcome
mike roark > "Man was matter, that was Snowden's secret. Drop him out a window
> and he'll fall. Set fire to him and he'll burn. Bury him and he'll
> rot like other kinds of garbage. The spirit gone, man is garbage.
> That was Snowden's secret. Ripeness was all." - J. Heller
