Sick Boys tab by Social Distortion

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Social Distortian - Sick Boys

VERSES AND CHORUS:
	G# G# C# 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# 	    C#     D#
Sick Boy    In his faded ......


VERSE2:

G#	  G# 	    C#     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