Social Disease

D                     G   
My bulldog is barking in the 
          D
backyard
D7   G                           
Enough to raise a dead man from 
      E7
his grave
      D                            
And I can't concentrate on what I'm
   B
 doing
B7     E7                          A
Disturbance going to crucify my days

        D                       
And the days they get longer and 
         D7
longer
D7      G7                        
And the nightime is a time of 
E7/9-  E7
little use
        D                 B7
For I just get ugly and older
E7                    A7      
I get juiced on Mateus and 
A7+         D
just hang loose

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Chorus
Bm                                
And I get bombed for breakfast in 
         G7
the morning
Bm                                 
I get bombed for dinner time and 
G7
tea
       D                     A    
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and 
          G
have a real good time
        D            A7           
I'm a genuine example of a social 
       D   G    D
disease

D                             D7
My landlady lives in a caravan
D7      G7                        
Well that is when she isn't in my 
E7/9-  E7
arms
      D                            
And it seems I pay the rent in 
   B7
human kindness
E7                            E7+
But my liquor also helps to 
         A   G   D
grease her palm

        D                     
And the ladies are all getting 
           D7
wrinkles
D7      G7                    
And they're falling apart at the 
    E7/9-  E7
seams
        D                 B7
Well I just get high on tequila
E7                    A7      
And see visions of vineyards 
A7+         D
in my dreams

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