Crabbuckit

Intro: Gm F Eb D x6

Verse 1:
Gm     F         Eb       D
Took a trip on a bus that didn't 
know
Gm     F           Eb            
Met a girl sellin' drinks at the 
D
disco
Gm   F           Eb            
Said truth comes back when you let 
D
it go
Gm    F                       Eb
Seems complicated ‘cause it's 
        D
really so simple
Gm      F          Eb          
Walkin' down Yonge Street on a 
D
Friday
Gm    F            Eb          
Can't follow them, gotta do it my 
D
way
Gm      F     Eb           D
No fast lane, still on the highway
Gm            F       Eb        
Movin' in and out, no doubt 
      D
there's a brighter way

Chorus: (do this 2x)
   Gm          F              Eb 
No time to get down cause I'm 
    D
moving up
   Gm          F              Eb 
No time to get down cause I'm 
    D
moving up
   Gm          F              Eb 
No time to get down cause I'm 
    D
moving up
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   Gm   F                Eb      
Aaaahhhhh, check out the crabs in
     D
 the bucket

Verse 2:
          Gm           F           
It's like flies on the windscreen, 
Eb         D
writing on walls
Gm         F                    
Square biz clones claim they're 
Eb       D
havin’ a ball
Gm          F           Eb      
Foolin' themselves just before 
    D
last call
Gm               F           Eb   D
Tic-A-tic-A-toc, tic-A-tic-A-toc
              Gm      F           
Clock strikes twelve, clock 
  Eb  D
strikes one
        Gm            F            
Smoking gun put these fools on the 
Eb  D
run
  Gm        F        Eb    D
I know it's not that simple
  Gm        F        Eb   D
I know it's not that hard where to 
go

(repeat Chorus)

Verse 3:
       Gm          F            
It's a conniption, fit from the 
Eb         D
microphone flit
          Gm            F         
I take it higher like a bird on a 
Eb               D
wire, retire the fire
  Gm    F              Eb        D
I never cause I'm just moving on up
            Gm        F     
Choosin' to touch the unseen, 
  Eb          D
craving the clutch
Gm       F          Eb  
The most inevitable legible 
        D
pyromania
            Gm         F           
Slayin’ the devil, and sendin’ him 
Eb      D
back to Transylvania
          Gm        F            
Strangely enough, I evolved that 
Eb          D
side of the ghetto
       Gm          F               
But my heavy metal will settle the 
Eb           D
puppets like Gepetto
Gm      F            Eb         D
Damn if mirrors were created by sand
         Gm             F         
Then I'm looking in the water for 
Eb             D
reflections of man
     Gm        F           Eb    
Understand the minds above time 
         D
when it's empty
Gm     F              Eb         
Emcee, Tragically Hip “Ahead by a 
 D
Century”