Joke About Jamaica

Am
They used to think it was so cute 
when she said Dy'er Mak'er
F#m
All the boys knew it was a joke 
about Jamaica
F                                 
She'd always find a ride back home
              E
 from the bar

Am
She used to feel so stupid when 
they'd talk about the music
F#m
Born into every single tune
F
They used to hum against her lips 
with their hands on her hips
E
They used to kiss in the car

Am
Dancing days, houses of the holy
F#m
Hot child in the city in the middle 
of the prairie
F                                 
Flirting with the boys with all 
  E
her charms

Am
First the laugh, then the eyes, then
 the touch him on the arms
F#m
Then the drinks, they never seemed 
to cost money
F
Saturday night was a runway that 
extended into Sunday
E
And sometimes Monday

[Chorus]
C
Back then it was beautiful
E
The boys were sweet and musical
F
The laser lights looked mystical
D
Messed up stuff felt magical
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C
Girls didn't seem so difficult
E
Boys didn't seem so typical
F                         D
It was warm and white and wonderful
D Gm
We were all invincible

Am F#m F E

[Verse]
Am
Tired eyes, trampled under foot
F#m
Dazed and confused, c-c-c-cocaine 
blues
F                                 
She hasn't gotten any eye contact 
E
tonight

Am
The boys are getting younger and the
 bands are getting louder
F#m
And the new girls are coming up like
 some white unopened flowers
F                                 
She's pretty sure that that's 
        E
where their power is

[Chorus]
C
Back then it was unified
E
The punks, the skins, the greaser 
guys
F
Then one summer two kids died
D
One of them was crucified
C
Now it's so competitive
E
The sleeplessness and sedatives
F
I know it sounds repetitive
D
Every show can't be a benefit

[Solo]
C E F D x2
D Gm

Am

Am G F E x2

[Bridge]
Am                         G
We were kids in the crowd, now we're
 dogs in this war
F                             E
We were wasps with new wings, now 
we're bugs in the jar
Am                         G
We were hot soft and pure, now we're
 scratched up in scars
F                       E
We were counting carbs, now we eat 
in our cars
Am                    F
The boys in the band, they know 
they'll never be stars

[Chorus]
C
Back then we weren't quite convinced
E
Flyering and stickering
F
The front-row girls were posturing
D
We were all imagining
C
Man, we had some massive nights
E
Some bashes and some bloody fights
F                               D Gm
Back before those two kids died