Social Disease

D  G/E  D/F#  Gsus2 G  Asus4 A  D  G/D  D
/A  /B  /C#

    D                   G/D D            D7
My bulldog is barking in the backyard
  G                            D/F#  E
Enough to raise a dead man from his grave
      D                             B
And I can't concentrate on what I'm doing
   E                           A    D/B
Disturbance going to crucify my days

A/C#    D                                 /B    D7/F#
And the days they get longer and longer
        G                        /F#  E
And the nighttime is a time of little use
      D              A/C# B
For I just get ugly and  older
      E         A                    D
I get juiced on Mateus and just hang loose

        Bm7                           G7
And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning
     Bm7                          G7
I get bombed for dinner time and tea
           D             A              G
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time
        D             A     D/B A/C#  D         G/D D
I'm a genuine example of a social     disease

My landlady lives in a caravan
Well that is when she isn't in my arms
And it seems I pay the rent in human kindness
But my liquor also helps to grease her palms

And the ladies are all getting wrinkles
And they're falling apart at the seams
Well I just get high on tequila
And see visions of vineyards in my dreams

D                      A     D/B A/C#  D         G/D D  G  D
I'm a genuine example of a social     disease

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