...And Vandalism

Intro: D / D / E7 / E7 / Gsus2 / 

Gsus2 / Bb / A

VERSE 1
D                 Em7        
   I know this guy,  if I'm the 
                               D
mayonnaise he's the cream.
D                              
Some sit and wait for the ride 
Am/C                              
     while others become the 
   G
scene.
And he can see a Wednesday morning
Em7                               G
   like others see Friday night.
                      Em7          
It's all an open book,    it's just
 A7sus4               D
 how you vandalise.
VERSE 2
D                        Em7     
A double on the shirttail    
                              D
while the rest of us split on the 
seams.
                         Am/C
He talks about Art Blakey      and I
 pretend to know what he means..
 G                                
    So now it's three gigs a night
Em7                              G
   while your girl digs up the UAE.
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                             Em7   
And burn up like a matchstick,   
  A7sus4
the whole damn city can see.
CHORUS
D                 Am/C           
   Do do do do do do     Do do do
       Em7                      
 do do do  Do do do do do do
A7sus4

VERSE 3
D                         Em7    
  The sun caught me hiding   just
                       D
 enough for someone to see
                          Am/C
My heart in my hands, the tracks of 
my glands cracking through the grit 
in my teeth
G                      Em7   
  So when did you decide   that 
                                G
there's only so much you can lose?
                     Em     A  
The best choices come       just 
                               D
when there's nothing left to choose
CHORUS
D                 Am/C           
   Do do do do do do     Do do do
       Em7                      
 do do do  Do do do do do do
A7sus4

D                 Am/C           
   Do do do do do do     Do do do
       Em7                      
 do do do  Do do do do do do
A7sus4

BRIDGE
       Bm                     
So you blow up letterboxes and 
 E7
chlorine bombs
              G                    
'cause it's a weekend blitz on the 
Gm
dicks who just can't whistle the 
tune
Bm       E7                   G 
Yeah and hit while I sit here on
                    Gm
 my hands measuring compliments with
 a spoon
Bm         E7            G      
   And I'm never too far away.
     Gm

D                 Em7        
   I know this guy,  if I'm the 
                              D
mayonnaise he's the cream.
D                              
Some sit and wait for the ride      
Am/C
while others become the scene.
REPEAT CHORUS TO END