Some Kind Of Disaster Relief chords by The Taxpayers

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

For the spoken intro, follow the rhythm of the song with the chords Bm G A Bm twice, then end
on three strums of Fmaj7.


Intro:

Bm                                        G
  Yeah! You got more trouble than you can handle, honey!

What the fuck are you gonna do?
                  A
How are you gonna scrape on by?
                            Bm
I do believe that there are two things you do in this situation
    Bm
You leave town or go into hiding
                    G
Because some people got brains and other people got talent
            A
Others just look good
                                             Bm           Fmaj7
You and me, we got none of those things, but listen up:

Verse 1:
   Bm
Uh my, my, my, my, what a position:
    G
The love of my life smoking crack in the kitchen
A
Lovely long nails and a nasty half grin:
        Bm                  Fmaj7
“It's a living,” she shrugs
       Bm
It's a missile disguised as an ethic
       G
It's a rabbit suffocating in a rabbit hole
     A                 Bm   Fmaj7
It's politics as usual


Refrain:
Bm
Ba Ba Bum, Ba Ba Bum Ba Bum
G
Ba Ba Bum, Ba Ba Bum Ba Bum
A                         Bm
Ba Ba Bum, Some kind of disaster relief

Bm
Ba Ba Bum, Ba Ba Bum Ba Bum
G
Ba Ba Bum, Ba Ba Bum Ba Bum
A                         Bm            Fmaj7
Ba Ba Bum, Some kind of disaster relief


Bridge:
Em         Bm
    Honest homes
Em         Bm
    Simple words, simple words
Em             Bm
    And honest hopes
Em                    A
    Are like skipping stones
             Bb A
    Skipping stones


Verse 2:
             Bm
Well you can tell that things are getting terribly real
         G
When the suckers in charge don't even gotta lie to the people
        A                                            Bm
And the only megaphone left working is attached to a steeple
       Bm
It's a concrete national forest
       G
It's a kid with a gun at the age of 10
              A                    Bm       Fmaj7
It's like the last dying gasp of a friend


Refrain:
Bm
Ba Ba Bum, Ba Ba Bum Ba Bum
G
Ba Ba Bum, Ba Ba Bum Ba Bum
A                         Bm
Ba Ba Bum, Some kind of disaster relief

Bm
Ba Ba Bum, Ba Ba Bum Ba Bum
G
Ba Ba Bum, Ba Ba Bum Ba Bum
A                         Bm            Fmaj7
Ba Ba Bum, Some kind of disaster relief