New Slang

The Shins

Composição de: James Mercer / The Shins
tom: C
[Intro] Am  C  F  C  G  C  Am  G
        Am  C  F  C  G  C  Am  G
        Am  C  F  C  G  C  Am  G
        Am  C  F  C  G  C  Am  G
        C

Am               C              F         C          G
Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth
     C            F             Am    G
Only, i don't know how they got out, dear
Am            C       F         C            G
Turn me back into the pet that i was when we met
   C           F           Am    G
I was happier then with no mind-set
G                       C
And if you'd 'a took to me like 
   F     C           G
A gull takes to the wind
G                        C
Well, i'd 'a jumped from my tree 
     F          C         F           C
And i'd a danced like the king of the eyesores 
        F            C                 G
And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well

Am                C              F           C            G
New slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries
       C                 F      Am      G
Hope it's right when you die, old and bony
Am               C                   F
Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall
   C              G
Never should have called 
         C            F           Am   G
But my head's to the wall and i'm lonely

G                       C
And if you'd 'a took to me like 
   F     C           G
A gull takes to the wind
G                        C
Well, i'd 'a jumped from my tree 
     F          C         F           C
And i'd a danced like the king of the eyesores 
        F            C                 G
And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well

[Solo]

Am                C          F            C              G
God speed all the bakers at dawn may they all cut their thumbs
          C          F                Am    G
And bleed into their buns 'till they melt away
G                      C              F          C         G
I'm looking in on the good life i might be doomed never to find
G                    C                F      C        G
Without a trust or flaming fields am i too dumb to refine? 
G                      C
And if you'd 'a took to me like 
      F         C            F            C
Well i'd a danced like the queen of the eyesores 
         F            C              G
And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well

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