Bad Luck

Intro strum pattern:
    D     F#    G     A
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B|----7~----2~----3~----5~----| 
G|----7~----3~----4~----6~----| 
D|----7~----4~----5~----7~----| 
A|----5~----4~----5~----7~----| 
E|----------2~----3~----5~----| 


Verse strum pattern:
     D        F#       G        
E|-----5--5-----2--2-----3--3-----
B|-----7--7-----2--2-----3--3-----
G|-----7--7-----3--3-----4--4-----
D|-----7--7-----4--4-----5--5-----
A|--5--5--5-----4--4-----5--5-----
E|-----------2--2--2--3--3--3--5--
  A
E|5--5---| 
B|5--5---| 
G|6--6---| 
D|7--7---| 
A|7--7---| 
E|5--5---| 


Bridge:
Bm    D    Em   F#m
E|-7----5----7----9----| 
B|-7----7----8----10---| 
G|-7----7----9----11---| 
D|-9----7----9----11---| 
A|-9----5----7----9----| 
E|-7-------------------| 

Intro:
D           F#                  
My drink im-pairs my ability to 
G               A
drive a car and operate machinery
D                            F#
it gives me problems with my health 
and my weath and I’m
G                             
pissing away my paycheck I need 
  A
help, I need help - I got a

Verse:
D                            F#
case of bad luck, what’s the deal? 
What the fuck do i
G            A
gotta do? To get past this shit that
 I’m
D               F#
going through?     I guess I’ll 
write these
G                   A
words and hope this alcohol controls
 my nerves

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D                          F#m
I’m living among fools who say to 
learn from their mistakes
G                        A
I know that it’s untrue; I only 
learn from notes I take
D                         F#m
Now how can I show you my real 
concern for what’s at stake?
G                         A
The worst decision is the one you’re
 too scared to make

People let me shed a little light on
 this subject
and spread the word to the general 
public
About the clouds that follow me 
around my head,
dark enough to make me dread leaving
 the comfort of my bed

I try to relax and just kick it but 
parking tickets
Makes me wanna tell the cops to 
stick it
And as I sink deeper into debt
Some stupid motherfucker stole my 
CDs and my tape deck

But it’s alright and now I’m 
screaming "Why, why, why
Is every day filled with fucking 
misery?"
It’s a mystery that’s killing me
If only I had the ability to

Bm                       
Learn just a little bit of 
  D    Em  F#m
self-con-trol
Bm                          D    
Maybe I could find a way to save 
Em F#m
my soul
Bm                                
And hide from every cloud that 
  D    Em F#m
ever came my way
         A
But it’s Saturday and I just got 
paid

My drink impairs my ability to drive
 a car and operate machinery
Gives me problems with my health and
 my weath
And I’m pissing away my paycheck I 
need help, I need help.
I got a case of bad luck, what’s the
 deal? What the fuck
Do I gotta do? To get past this shit
 that I’m going through?
I guess I’ll write these words and 
hope this alcohol controls my nerves