Jambi Cafe

G                              
I wish that your headaches would 
   C
subside my friend
         G                         
And your healing isn't just a case 
   D
of double contact lense
             G                     
I've got my name down for a table 
        C
at the Jambi Cafe so I can
G                   D
MekaLekaHineyHo all of your pain 
away.

         C           D             
And I am outside D's Variety, I'm 
G              C
up on the brick wall.
         C                        
and It's the first time that this 
D                  G     
tongue of mine has licked a 
   C
fireball.
  C                 D             
I close my eyes and feel the burn 
    G                   C
and say "Yeah, bring it on."
       C                      D   
I feel weak but I'm trying to 
                      G
prove to myself that I'm strong.
       C                      D   
I feel weak but I'm trying to 
                      G
prove to myself that I'm strong.

(repeat A and B chord progession 
under rapping verse)

I heard you ate shit at the skate 
ramp,
Two left feet watering a face plant,
 ah dude,
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you know that "Skate or Die" is just
 a term,
the latter half is fully independent
 of the first.
Still, I get it , you were curbside,
 sentenced to observe
from the low-risk prison of a 
sedentary perch.
All jittery, vault triggering your 
inner tomboy,
Timidly slipping into the military 
convoy.
Dang, loose trucks aim for the 
funbox,
Juiced up, cruising over urethane 
gum drops.
You hit the kicker warp speed 
yelling "Punk rock!"
Turns out plywood is not a fan of 
tough talk, oof.
Cued up a slow-mo heav-ho,
everybody staring at the airborn 
freakshow.
Scraped knees and a very bruised 
ego.
You're a good kid just a goofy 
Knieval.
The good news is it really doesn't 
matter,
the other good news is an apple 
Jolly Rancher,
and it won't heal wounds, but it 
will heal moods,
and it's sweet, and it's sour, and 
it's green, and it rules.
You can't do much so the cut won't 
sting,
but you can make a couple taste buds
 go Z-Z-Z-ZING!
You can't do much so the cut won't 
sting,
but you can make a couple taste buds
 go ZIGGA-ZIGGA-ZING!

           G                       
If you got bit by a viper from the 
C
Amazon,
         G                       
I would sneak by dad's X-ACTO and 
     D
cut Xs in your arms.
            G                      
And I would suck out all the venom 
        C
causing chaos and confusion
    G                              
and replace that shit with a Swiss 
         D
Miss and Ovaltine tranfusion.

         C               D
And I am on the stoop at Joe's,
         G             C
And I am just a little kid.
             C                    
And it's the first time that this 
D
tongue of mine
      G             C
gives a blue razz a lick.
    C              D          
And all that I can say is "Holy 
  G                  C
shit! Guys what is this?!"
           C              D       
What could I have done to deserve 
            G
such awesomeness?
           C              D       
What could I have done to deserve 
            G
such awesomeness?