Soap

        G   A    D    F#       Bm
There's all this dirt under my nails
             Em                  G       A
Wouldn't you like to see where I went to high school?
D     F#       Bm
Blood under my knuckles
              Em              A
You should've heard the way I spoke last night


[Chorus]
        G              A
There's salt inside my mouth
Fm          Bm
Sugar on my tongue
G              A
Freckles on my cheeks
              F#                   Bm
From good old-fashioned West Coast sun
          Em                A
I feel so beaten up and bruised
             F#             Bm
I don't know what I'm gonna do
             Em           A
I can't keep anything at all
              F#                 Bm
From slipping through my raccoon claws
           G       A
Except for (All-ll-ll-ll) the


[Verse 2]
D    F#       Bm
Soap under my nails
         Em     A     G       A
Can you imagine being back in high school?
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D     F#                Bm
Blood scratched from my knuckles
              Em         A       G         A
You should've called but I guess so should I


[Instrumental Break]
D F# Bm Em A G A
D F# Bm Em A G A

[Chorus]
        G              A
There's salt inside my veins
Fm          Bm
Sugar on my tongue
G              A
Crinkles by my eyes
             F#                 Bm
From goddamn fucking West Coast sun
          Em                A
I feel so bеaten up and bruised
             F#             Bm
I don't know what I'm gonna do
             Em           A
I can't keep anything at all
              F#                 Bm
From slipping through my raccoon claws
           G       A
Except for (All-ll-ll-ll) this


[Verse 3]
D    F#       Bm
Soap undеr my nails
        Em                  G        A
I never asked for this, I'm just one creature
D     F#                Bm
Blood trapped in my knuckles
             Em                N.C
I don't know what I wanted, I didn't think it was this


[Chorus]
        G           A
There's sugar in my mouth
Fm           Bm
Liquor on my tongue
G              A
Freckles on my cheeks
             F#                 Bm
From fucking goddamn West Coast fun
          Em            A
I feel so beaten up and used
             F#             Bm
I don't know what I'm gonna do
             Em           A
I can't keep anything at all
              F#                 Bm
From slipping through my raccoon claws
            G      A
Except for (All-ll-ll-ll) the
D     F#  Bm
Soap (Mhm-mhm)
Em  A  G  A

[Instrumental Break]
D F# Bm Em A G A
D F# Bm Em A G A