G# G# C# D#
over and over again throughout the whole song.
INTRO:
E|----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
B|-13-11-9-9------|-9-9--------9-13-|-11-11-11-11-----|
G|----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
D|----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
A|----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
E|----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
E|----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
B|-13-11-9-9------|-9-9--------9----|-----------------|
G|----------------|---------------8-|-----------------|
D|----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
A|----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
E|----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
E|----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
B|-13-11-9-9------|-9-9--------9-13-|-11-11h13p11-----|
G|----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
D|----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
A|----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
E|----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
E|----------------|-11-11-11-13-11--|-----------------|
B|-9-9-9----11h13-|-11-11-11-11-11--|-----------------|
G|----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
D|----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
A|----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
E|----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
VERSE1:
G# G# C# D#
Sick Boy In his faded leather jeans
Sick Boy Black Leather Jacket Scene
Sick Boy He's always in trouble with the law
Don'tcha Know Oooooo-Aaaaa-Ooooooo
Sick Boy He carry a switch blade knife
Sick Boy Likes to get into fights
Sick Boy He'll go drinkin' with the boys
All Night long Oooooo-Aaaaa-Ooooooo
Sick Boy Naaa-Naaa-Na-Na
Sick Boy Oooooo-Aaaaa-Ooooooo
Sick Boy Naaa-Naaa-Na-Na
Sick Boy Oooooo-Aaaaa-Ooooooo
VERSE2:
G# G# C# D#
Sick Boy He rides a big motorbike
Sick Boy He combs his hair up just right
Sick Boy With tattoes up 'n down his arms
Don'tcha Know Oooooo-Aaaaa-Ooooooo
Sick Boy He's got a girl wrapped around his arm
Sick Boy With his street-like (light?) charm
Sick Boy He'll make love to her all night
Don'tcha Know Oooooo-Aaaaa-Ooooooo
Sick Boy Naaa-Naaa-Na-Na
Sick Boy Oooooo-Aaaaa-Ooooooo
Sick Boy Naaa-Naaa-Na-Na
Sick Boy Oooooo-Aaaaa-Ooooooo
He's a Sick Boy
Such a Sick Boy
We're all Sick Boys
I'm a Sick Boy
STRUCTUD :
intro
verse1
intro again
verse2
Corrections welcome
mike roark > "Man was matter, that was Snowden's secret. Drop him out a window
> and he'll fall. Set fire to him and he'll burn. Bury him and he'll
> rot like other kinds of garbage. The spirit gone, man is garbage.
> That was Snowden's secret. Ripeness was all." - J. Heller
