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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
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