Sex Drugs Rock N Roll chords by Will Wood

Chords with lyrics

Key: C majorC

verse 1:

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This is a desk job. A augmentedA data entry five to niner
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Yeah I guess I’m my own boss, but everyone’s my supervisor
           A minorAm                C majorC
Tell me what kind of living 🏷Legend would only want a living wage?


     A minorAm            D MajorD
Because I just turned 27 and I’m dying of old age
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Guess I’m just selfish. I wanna have but not be had
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And I think “can I sell this? the rainfall’s a windfall the fourth wall a paywall”
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– whenever things get bad
  A minorAm                   C majorC
So this is what I choose to do with my redeeming quality
    A minorAm                      D MajorD
That thing that came from the same place as my instability
      A minorAm                      C majorC
It’s not a gift if you pay for it, but I don’t want no charity
      A minorAm                                 D MajorD
I spent all my years to end up right here, and now I really think I’d rather leave cause

chorus:

    G+G       D MajorD    G+G        C majorC    A minorAm
I hate sex. I hate drugs. And I hate rock n’ roll. And I hate music and my
 C majorC        D MajorD
lack of self-control
     G+G     D MajorD     G+G        C majorC    A minorAm          C majorC
I hate sex. I hate drugs. And I hate rock n’ roll. And I hate proving that I’m
          G+G
still human after all

verse 2:

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It’s the death of the author – you read between white chalk outlines
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Well if the pen’s that much stronger; then call this hare kari as I kamikaze
        G+G
to my career suicide
        A minorAm            C majorC
I hate these easter bunny encores, 2 and 4 beat claps.
   A minorAm                      D MajorD
Stockade stages, applause and praise, trying to chuck tomatoes back.
A minorAm                      C majorC
Newsfeeds, groupies, critics, analytics, and starry-eyed stalkers who
                A minorAm
demand a man in lipstick, and a role model psycho but an echo in their
      D MajorD                    D MajorD
chamber, martyr to their dollar but a baby in a manger

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Effigy on the alter: the parish they brandish their torches and sway to this
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love song
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“Virginia, walk on my water!” Their apocryphal daughters with nerf armor
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and ARs who want me caught with red hands cut my wrists and make me
       G+G
 put white gloves on

verse 3:

     A minorAm                    C majorC
So go ahead sure, drink my kool-aid. It wouldn’t mix well with my meds
       A minorAm
But there’s demand and a market for my brand scars, and I can’t treat the
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trademarks in my head
        A minorAm                         C majorC
I hate to be “that guy,” but I’m not that guy anymore. And I made God damn sure he’s dead
        A minorAm                            D MajorD
And I would dance on his grave, but the music that I play seems to say take me instead. So

chorus:

    G+G      D MajorD     G+G        C majorC     A minorAm
I hate sex. I hate drugs. And I hate rock n’ roll. And I hate music and my
C majorC         D MajorD
lack of self-control
    G+G      D MajorD     G+G        C majorC    A minorAm
I hate sex. I hate drugs. And I hate rock n’ roll. And I hate music
  C majorC
And I hate you kid
  A minorAm          C majorC
And I hate putting up fourth walls
  A minorAm          C majorC           G+G
And I hate proving that I’m still human after all
A minorAm          C majorC        G+G
I hate proving that I’m still human