Filthy Luck (failed - reindex) Beach Slang
Intro: Em, D, C (x4)
I'm a s[G]lave to always f[D]**king [C]up.
It's not o[G]kay, but maybe [D]it's en[C]ough.
Kids like u[G]s are weird, and mo[D]re, we're b[C]rave.
We tie our to[G]ngues and turn them [D]into r[C]age.
And the [Em]night's s[D]till yo[C]ung. And we're d[Em]umb e[D]noug[C]h to fall.
Em, D, C (x2)
Carve your [G]name soft a[D]cross my lu[C]ngs.
I want to bre[G]athe you unt[D]il I'm nu[C]mb.
We're not lov[G]ed, well, hardly,[D] anyway[C], with filthy luc[G]k in such a fi[D]lthy h[C]aze.
And the [Em]night's s[D]till yo[C]ung. And we're d[Em]umb e[D]noug[C]h to fall.
Em, D, C (x4)
[C]Turn the [D]amps up to n[C]ine. I don't w[D]ant it too loud.[C] [D] [C] [D]
[C]I gave you t[D]aste and a s[C]pine, now I h[D]ope you drown.[C] [D] [C] [D]
[C]Is there a lie in the lights or the shine of this town? [C] [D] [C] [D]
[C]This guitar wants to die.
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