No Lodging For The Mad Ukulele chords by The Taxpayers

Verse 1:
      G
I have been making presentations for a final escalation,
      C              G
I have been praying to the god of giving up.
     C               G    Em   G   Em
She says, “Lock, lock, lock the door behind you now,
      C         D          G
before the criminals and the cops break in your house."


Verse 2:
      G          C          G
Oh, I have looked so hard for a place where I could die.
    C          G    Em
But the winners up there of high-end living
   C          D     G
won't allow the broke and insane to arise.

Chorus:
       C        G          C               G
So f**k this city! f**k this job! They cut you down before you even reach the top!
   C                G        Em   G   Em
In a god-fearing land, there ain't no lodging for the mad;
       C       D         G
you can't get high enough to breathe before you drown.


Verse 3:
     G                  C            G
I'm gonna go back to that factory, where they make, make, make moving parts
     C          G     Em   G   Em
that will take, take, take you very far away.
    C         D         G
In the flash of a pack of matches, I will be gone.


Chorus:
       C        G          C               G
So f**k this city! f**k this job! They cut you down before you even reach the top!
   C                G        Em   G   Em
In a god-fearing land, there ain't no lodging for the mad;
       C       D
you can't get high enough to breathe,
       C       D
you can't get high enough to breathe,
       C       D         G
you can't get high enough to breathe before you drown!