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  • Swindling with the Rats

    by weezerandrosierocks on February 11, 2006
    e|-----10----10---10--------|-14p12p10-14p12p10-|----10----10-12~~~----| B|--12----10----8----7-7/11~|-------------------|-12----10-------| G|---------------------------------------| D|---------------------------------------| A|---------------------------------------| E|---------------------------------------|dun dududun-dun dun-dun don-dododuun/dinaloo,dinaloo end with that last E^^~~~~~~~~~` verse: (play without words for a few times first) (barred with upstorks) Bm A G F#/Bb Bm A G F#F#F# DDD(they're triplets! do it with snares) weighin' in at 6 foot 3, he's got her high heels on he's got the broken thumb from charismatic charm the only reason that he reasons with the way he stays's the only reason that he reasons with him everyday G# G# C#C#C# BBB G# G# EEE F#F#F# G# G# C#C#C# BBB G# G# F#F#F# DDD laughing with a deadpan face, imaginary place jill is back from the de-he-heaad and these rats aren't as smart as they look the taster's not all they took they left a mellow disease chorus: D D F#/F#~ B B A C# D D F#/F#~ B B A C# D D F#/F#~ B B A C# D D F#/F# A A A A GGG F#F#F# FFF EEE swindling with the rats riff same as intro then verse: then treegor can come in on this verse e|--7-------7-------7-------10-9h10p9p7---------------| B|----7-8-7---7-8-7---7-8-7------------10----------| plop me on conveyor belt and send me to the wondrous mound with a tv and my heart on shelf with no books the bats shall be my curtains but oh how mean they are at least i will survive in time to head outside and eat pad thai G# G# C#C#C# BBB G# G# EEE F#F#F# G# G# C#C#C# BBB G# G# EEE F#F#F# Bb Bb EbEbEb C#C#C# Bb Bb F#F#F# AbAbAb Bb Bb EbEbEb C#C#C# Bb Bb F#F#F# AbAbAb E E E E E E E E~~~~ ||quiet strumming of verse chords: "but when we came into this land, we knew nothing was free... we knew that we were up against the controlling of yours truly" E B F# B E B F# F# E B F# B E B F# F#~~~~~ but look at me now i'm an able-bodied man i've got a suitcase and a badger and footprints in the sand I sometimes go golfing or a cup o' joe with bob enroll in some classes but i'll never have a job
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