Wore Out The Soles Of My Party Boots NOFX

Wore Out The Soles Of My Party Boots

NOFX

Tina

0
Afinación Estándar (E A D G B E)
Compás 4/4
Tonalidad: C#m
Cejilla:
Sin cejilla
Rasgueo 1

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Letra

[Intro]
| C#m B | A E | - A#dim | B Cdim |

[Verse 1]
C#m     B        A             E         A
Life is fast but I don't wanna live past you,
          A#dim        B    Cdim
cause you are  my only roots
          A           B          C#m                 B
I was the king of the drug booze thing now I've worn out
    A
the soles of my party boots
B   C#m          B            A     E
 So call me shit-faced Master of Disgrace,
        A            A#dim      B   Cdim
I don't care cause my     outer skin
   A          B            C#m          B      A
Is thick like crust, and a liver that's rusted out,
                 B
now I'm on a list

[Bridge]
C#m
   Everybody wants to give a shit outta me,
I won't give it but I'll give ambivalence

[Verse 2]
        C#m    B            A            E
I gotta memory box cause my memory blocks me,
A       A#dim     B    Cdim
 from remembering weeks
        A           B           C#m             B
All the blacked out nights into white out mornings,
     A
into grey matter damagings
B   C#m         B         A         E
 So call me Fat Fuck, geriatric punk rock,
A        A#dim              B    Cdim
 give it straight cause I deserve
  A      B               C#m      B
A verbal beating from an audience bleating,
    A                      B
and a melee with no concern

[Bridge]
C#m
   Everybody wants to give a shit outta me,
I won't give it but I'll give irresponsiveness
Everybody wants to drag me up again, I wanna go,
but the price keeps going up

[Pre-Solo]
A
 Going down is simple and practical,
E
 laying low but keeping it cynical
B                                       C
 I'm on the wagon and it's such a drag, without a key kick,
shot, and a drag

[Solo]
| C#m B | A   E | A A#dim | B Cdim |
| A   B | C#m B | A -     |

[Verse 3]
B          C#m            B             A
 Evidently no one likes a quitter or an old punk's
E         A
bitterness
       A#dim           B   Cdim      A
So I'm waiting for the tap,    on my shoulder,
B           C#m         B         A
cause we're all getting older not better
                              B
The laughs are no longer with us

[Outro]
   C#m         B        A     E
So call me Fat Fuck geriatric punk,
A           A#dim    B     Cdim
Call me Fat Fuck geriatric punk
A           B        C#m   B         A
Call me Fat Fuck geriatric punk shit-faced master of
        B
disgrace

Compases

[Intro]
| C#m B | A E | - A#dim | B Cdim |

[Verse 1]
| C#m B | A   E | A A#dim | B Cdim |
| A   B | C#m B | A -     | B -    |
| C#m B | A   E | A A#dim | B Cdim |
| A   B | C#m B | A -     | B -    |

Life is fast but I don't wanna live past you,
cause you are  my only roots
I was the king of the drug booze thing now I've worn out
the soles of my party boots
So call me shit-faced Master of Disgrace,
I don't care cause my     outer skin
Is thick like crust, and a liver that's rusted out,
now I'm on a list

[Bridge]
| C#m | - | - | - |
| -   | - |

Everybody wants to give a shit outta me,
I won't give it but I'll give ambivalence

[Verse 2]
                   | C#m B | A   E |
| A A#dim | B Cdim | A   B | C#m B |
| A -     | B -    | C#m B | A   E |
| A A#dim | B Cdim | A   B | C#m B |
| A -     | B -    |

I gotta memory box cause my memory blocks me,
from remembering weeks
All the blacked out nights into white out mornings,
into grey matter damagings
So call me Fat Fuck, geriatric punk rock,
give it straight cause I deserve
A verbal beating from an audience bleating,
and a melee with no concern

[Bridge]
        | C#m | - |
| - | - | -   | - |
| - | - | -   | - |

Everybody wants to give a shit outta me,
I won't give it but I'll give irresponsiveness
Everybody wants to drag me up again, I wanna go,
but the price keeps going up

[Pre-Solo]
| A | - | E | - |
| B | - | C | - |

Going down is simple and practical,
laying low but keeping it cynical
I'm on the wagon and it's such a drag, without a key kick,
shot, and a drag

[Solo]
| C#m B | A   E | A A#dim | B Cdim |
| A   B | C#m B | A -     |

[Verse 3]
                          | B -    |
| C#m B | A   E | A A#dim | B Cdim |
| A   B | C#m B | A -     | B -    |

Evidently no one likes a quitter or an old punk's
bitterness
So I'm waiting for the tap,    on my shoulder,
cause we're all getting older not better
The laughs are no longer with us

[Outro]
| C#m B | A   E | A A#dim | B Cdim |
| A   B | C#m B | A -     | B -    |

So call me Fat Fuck geriatric punk,
Call me Fat Fuck geriatric punk
Call me Fat Fuck geriatric punk shit-faced master of
disgrace

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