Тональность: G minor•
Intro 1
Gm
Bb
Gm
C
Gm
C
Gm
C
Gm
Verse 1
Gm
I'm
G
F
feeling bad but don't let me die
Gm
Must be the season,
F
how my bell freezes bright
G
I'm just an innkeeper,
Gm
F
I'll sing you my song
C
G
Gm
The words don't scat,
G
F
C
Gm
the melody's wrong
G
Four things were bad,
Em
F
now they're just plain worse
Gm
It's scary at hotels
F
you'd better ask how high
C
G
He plays his pipe,
Dm
C
it's such a world we've got
Am
How the hell can I compete?
F
C
Stock exchanges, balance sheets
Em
All I feel is misery,
Am
I'm a beast of liberty
F
Now my back's against the wall,
C
I don't hear no horn at all
With no way to make the bread
Em
Shit, I may as well be dead
F#m
Bm
G
Em
F#m
A
Bb
Ebm
Ab
Dead
Ebm
Ab
Ebm
Ab
Ebm
Ab
Ebm
Ab
Ebm
Ab
Ebm
Ab
Ebm
Ab
Ebm
Ab
Ebm
Ab
Ebm
Ab
Ebm
Ab
Bb
Gm
C
G
C
Gm
C
Gm
For things were bad,
F
now they're just plain worse
G
F
It's scary, it hoaxes a pinch my purse
F
C
you'd better ask how high
G
Gm
He plays his part,
G
F
C
Am
he's such a roomy guy
How the hell can I compete?
F
C
Stock exchanges, piling sheets
Em
All I feel is misery
Am
I'm a beast of liberty
F
Now my fight's against the wall
C
I don't need no hope at all
Em
With no way to make it right,
Bm
G
Em
shit, I may as well be dead
F#m
Bm
G
Em
F#m
Bb
Dead
Outro 1
Yeah
Am
C
Gm
Bb
C
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