Andrew Jackson Jihad

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Andrew Jackson Jihad

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Intro: (Barre) Em Dm (power chord) C G 

G                       C G (Done quickly) 
I used to be a dead guy 
G                       C G (done quickly 
Now I'm a fuckin' Jedi 
Em                    D 
And I've got lots of news for you 
Em                  D       C 
And I've got a long list of things to do 
G                              C G (Done quickly) 
I used to dwell on the present 
G                              C G (Done quickly) 
I used to be so Hesitant 
Em                             D 
But now I've got my whole life to live 
Em                          D      Am                     
Cm (staccato) 
And I've got all my love to give to all you fuckers that I hayayate 
G                              C G 
It's like the Gift of the Magi 
G                              C G 
It's like the Gift of the Magi 2! 
Em                        D 
You sold your soul to buy some tits 
Em                        D 
I sold my soul to grow a diiiiiiick 
G                              C G 
We've gotta get him in the van 
G                  C G 
What if he resists? 
Em                      D 
Kick him in the back of the fuckin' head 
Em                      D 
Put him in the back of the fuckin' Vayayayan 
G                        C G 
It's a miracle of science, 
G                        C G 
This portrayal of violence 
Em                 D 
It lives inside us all 
Em                 D 
it lives inside our hearts 
Am                       Cm (staccato) 
Just like a stupid fucking tape wooooorm 

Play into 
Who can we blame? 
G                             C G 
The husband divorced his wife 
G                      C G 
after she cut her hair 
Em                       D 
because she was way less fuckable 
Em              D 
And that's just unforgiveable 
G                 C G 
Moved into a condo 
G                        C G 
and hung out by the POOOL 
Em                D 
He never wore a bathing suit 
Em                              D 
Because he wanted scope out the talent 
G                         C G 
If god doesn't like ugly 
G                      C G 
He does't like anybody 
Em             D 
Fuck god anyway 
Em             D 
He's osbsolete 
Am                Cm (staccato) 
My god thinks my jokes are funny 

Intro 
There is no one to blame 

People are just fuckin' mean 







C  C 

C                                     Am 
I am white and I've got everything I need. 
F                                        G                    C 
No one clutches their purse when they're in a room alone with me 
          Am 
and I can drive through any neighborhood I please 
      F            G                  C 
at any hour and the police don't do a thing. 
     F       G             Am 
So if I see a penny on the ground, 
F           G             Am 
I leave it alone or fucking flip it. 
F                   G         Am 
I'm a straight white male in America. 
        F       G       C 
I've got all the luck I need. 
C                                              Am 
I'm a guy getting paid more than a girl with a degree 
F                               G                              C 
and I can walk down the street at night and no one wants to rape me. 
Am 
And I can get a girl pregnant and just as easily flee. 
          F                       G          C 
Just like my straight, white male dad did to me. 
    F         G            Am 
So if I see a penny on the ground, 
F          G                Am 
I leave it alone or fucking flip it. 
      F              G         Am 
I'm a straight white male in America. 
         F       G       C 
I've got all the luck I need. 

C        C/Bb 

F                                         C 
I've got a pile of broken mirrors and I'm walking under ladders 
           G                            Am 
and I'll spill a ton of salt because to me that doesn't matter. 
F                               C 
Cus my skin and my gender and my orientation 
        G                            Am 
are the best things to have when you live in this nation. 
F              C         G 
I recommend it highly. 
   F          G            Am 
So if I see a penny on the ground, 
 F          G                Am 
I leave it alone or fucking flip it. 
        F            G         Am 
I'm a straight white male in America. 
          F       G      C 
I've got all the luck I need. 
       F         G        Am 
Shit's gonna work out for me. 
       F             G        Am 
I'm a straight white male in America. 
         F       G      C 
I've got all the luck I need. 





BackPack 
Intro 
F  Am  C G        
F  Am  C Am 

Verse 
F       Am          C         G           F  Am C Am (Repeat for Verse) 
You were dead by the time that I had found you. 
Your blood was spilled on the couch where we had first kissed. 
So I carried you west to the sea so I could wash you. 
Your body felt just like a back pack. 

Chorus 
F           G    F         Am          G 
And I don't know what they did to your face. 
F           G 
And I don't like it. 

Interlude 
F Am G 
F  G 

Verse 
You lived large till the day they finally caught you. 
They cut out your tongue so you would not scream when you came to. 
And you pissed blood and they chained you up when you turned blue. 
Your body felt just like a t-shirt. 

Chorus 
And I wanna build a tower to all they nicer things you could have been but I don't like it. 

Interlude 

Bridge 
F Am C G 
F Am C Am 

Ending 
F        Am          C         G        F  Am  C      
You were dead by the time that I had found you. 





Distance 


          B                      Gm 
The first month after you left I drank and jerked off till I slept. 
          E           Fm               B 
I went to work when I had to then came home. 
                                   Gm 
I fed the dog when I had to. I fed myself when I had to. 
              E           Fm                    B 
I went out of town when I had to. And then came home. 

      E                    Fm 
And I know this won't last forever 
        B                    Gm                       E 
but god dammit it feels like forever since we've been together, 
              Em 
till we'll be together again. 

intro 


       B                      Gm 
Second month after you left I still felt real depressed 
             E               Fm                 B 
but I've got plenty of other things to spend my time on. 
                                                  Gm 
I hate whiny, fucking songs like this but I can't afford a therapist. 
E           Fm       B 
Sorry guys, here's a solo. 





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         E            Fm               B                Gm 
And it's harder to be yourself than it is to be anybody else. 
E                 F                 Gm 
I wish that I was someone closer to you. 
      E                    Fm 
And I know this won't last forever 
        B         Bb         Gm            Fm         E 
but god dammit it feels like forever since we've been together, 
              Em 
till we'll be together again. 

WHOO 


intro x2 

single strummed:B E B E Gm B  
Gm Fm x2 B 




Fucc the Devil 


G                               C 
I'm gonna fuck the devil in his mouth. 
               Am                       D           D7 
I just need to listen to my sickness so I can learn how    
          Em                F#-G             C            C/B      Am D 
and then train for a couple of weeks until I have all the skills I need. 
    G                       C 
The flask is an alcoholic's paintbrush. 
    Am                      D 
The flask is an alcoholic's toothbrush. 
  D7                 Em   F#-G          
I need to go throw up now. 
                 C              Cm                  
I want to be the queen of belly rubs now. 
     Em            G            Em           G 
I am gonna quit my job cus I've got another job 
            C       C/B      Am 
and I don't need to work two jobs. 
            G             D 
I guess you could call me lucky. 
G                         C 
I need to confront my own weakness. 
     Am                       D           D7         Em 
Some days I feel like I'm the weakest and others the strongest. 
             F#-G                           C 
These days are the longest and I've got the weirdest feeling 
 Cm                        Em         G 
about this and I wanna go away for a while. 
Em          G 
away for a while. 
             C          C/B      Am     G       D         D7 
Because the things that I have seen are turning me into a shitty human being. 

Em G x2 





Hate Rain on Me 


G C Em D G 

G C Em D 

G                                             C        Em 
  I wish I had a bullet big enough to fucking kill the sun 

           D                C    
I'm sick of songs about the summer 

             D 
And I hate everyone 


  G                                        C      Em         
Im gonna load my rifle gonna aim it at the dying star 

      D            C 
I wanna live in a bubble 

                 D 
I need a getaway car 


Em     D       C 
Hate, rain on me 

Em     D       C 
Hate, rain on me 

G C G 

G                          C         Em 
How can I be someone you love if you hate me 

D       C                                       D 
    And how can I be someone you respect if you call me lazy 


G                           C 
I gotta get out of my skin 

    Em                                    D 
but I dont know where to begin and right now 

     C 
I feel worthless 
  
           D 
and I feel crazy 


Em    D       C 
Hate, rain on me 

Em    D       C 
Hate, rain on me 


G C Em D G C Em D G 


G                            C  Em 
I wanna put on my sweatpants 

         D            C 
You know I'm trying to quit 

                D 
I wanna give a shit again 

G                            C  Em 
I wanna put on my sweatpants 

               D           C 
Dont you know Im trying to quit 

                 D 
I wanna give a shit again 


Em   D 
Hate Rain On 

Em   D 
Hate Rain On 

Em   D       C 
Hate Rain On Me 

Em   D 
Hate Rain On 

Em   D 
Hate Rain On 

Em   D       G 
Hate Rain On Me 


If You Have Love in Your Heart 
                     C                                 G                      F 
If you have love in your heart than who am I to judge you? 
                     C                                 G                      F 
If you have love in your heart than no one will rise above you. 
          C                                            G                         F 
I'm a complicated man and I only wish that that were true. 
                    C                                  G                         F 
If you have love in your heart than no one will rise above you. 
            C     G    F 
In the new jack city. 
            C     G    F 
In the new jack city. 





No One 


Em                Am             Em 
Who do you call on when you have no one.  
Am                               Em 
Who do you call on when you have no one.  
           B7                          Am 
This might not be nice to say but I'll say it anyway.  
              Em     Am       Em       Am Em 
When you have no one, you are no one. 

I used to work at the people pound.  
I used to watch them line up. Some sleeping on the ground.  
Their diabetic bellies gleaming fat and round.  
When you have no one, you are no one.  

Like I said, I used to work at the people pound.  
All these no ones clumped together, just like a human lost and found.  
If they let them all be someones there wouldn't be enough to go around.  
It's better for us all us if there are no ones. 

And I knew a lot of no ones round that time.  
They used to all be someones until something took their life  
and all their someones disappeared while they're stuck there waiting in a line.  
And for them now, no one seems to have the time.  

I knew someone who had a disease 
and it took away all that mattered, His brain dignity 
and tried my best to fight it off to try and set him free. 
Now that someone is no one. 

Who do you call on when you have no one.  
Who do you call on when you have no one.  
This might not be nice to say but I'll say it anyway.  
When you have no one, you are no one.  
       Em          Am  Em        Emmaj7 
And it takes no one to know one. 





Sad Song (Intermission) 


           C                     F 
They say ambition is an enemy of weakness. 
    C                        G 
And greatness is an enemy of fame. 
       C                       F 
When I pick up my guitar and I try to write a song 
  C                G              C 
I think of what my mentor used to say. 
            F                 G                        C 
Who fucking gives a rat's ass Steve, just write a love song. 
              F               G                    C 
Cause they'll keep your belly full and your wallet lined. 
      F                 G                C   Em   Am  
Don't bother these nice people with your sad sack songs. 
           F                  G               C 
If you ask me I think they're just a waste of time. 
     C                               F 
Inspiration is the best friend of my sorrow 
    C                               G 
and sorrow is the best friend of my drink. 
       C                              F 
Well I want to look myself in the eye tomorrow 
            C               G                 C 
but I'm too worried of what other folk's will think. 
            F                 G                   C 
Who fucking gives a rat's ass Steve, just write a love song. 
      F                        G                  C 
See a counselor if you need to ease your troubled mind. 
            F               G                      C      Em    Am  
And can you please sit over there I don't want you crying in my beer. 
F                G                C 
Do you want some cheese with that whine? 

Solo: C F C G C F C G C 
          F                G                 C 
There's a song that I keep trying to sing to no-one 
         F                   G                 C 
but I'm afraid that it's too short or it's too long. 
       F              G                C     Am Em  
And to add to all the things that I'm afraid of, 
      F           G              C 
the devil stopped sending me his songs. 
        C                                F 
And the troubles in my heart need to get let out. 
        C                            G              
And the troubles in my heart need to escape. 
      C                                F 
And I never liked writing poetry and I never liked doing pottery. 
        C            G                C 
And God knows that I never learned to paint. 
         F            G            C 
So every now and then, I'll sing a sad song 
          F               G                       C       
'Cause it keeps my spirit light and my conscience clean. 
       F                 G                        C      Em       Am 
And if you don't care to hear I don't mind if you go out for some air. 
           F                 G            C 
'Cause I'm happy that you're happier than me. 
    F                 G            C 
I'm happy that you're happier than me. 
    F                 G            C Em Am G F C  
I'm happy that you're happier than me.  





Zombie by the Cranberries 


G                                                                      Em 
If I had a cigarette for every time a perfect stranger asked me for a cigarette 
                     C                                G 
then I'd have enough cigarettes to get me through the day. 
                   G                                                            Em 
And if I had some spare change every time a perfect stranger asked me for some spare change 
                     C                                                   D 
then I'd have enough spare change to take care of these bills I need to pay. 
            Em       C         D                   Em            C                Am 
And dude I know that times are tough but that does not mean that you can have my stuff 
               G                            Em 
So how about a ride? I can drive you to the shelter 
                         C                                    D 
We can eat dinner at the Andre house and you can even take a shower 
              Em  C             D                        Am 
Cause I think you deserve much more than a smoke and 50 cents 
    Em                C                        D       Am 
You deserve to be self-sufficient and buy your own cigarettes 

Em C D Am D 

G                                                                         D 
Oh, when the saints, oh, when the saints, oh when the saints go marching in 
G                         C                   G               D                G 
They will feed you so much pizza that you'll forget about the rut that you are in 
G                                                                          C 
Oh, when the saints, Oh, when the saints, oh when the saints come marching in 
G                                  D               C 
Well I'm sure they'll feel so much better with the illusion 
              D                 G 
that they are helping out those sinners 
             C             D                           G 
when all they really do is buy those so called sinners shitty dinners 
              C                             D 
Like 5 dollar Hot and Ready pizzas and high fructose corn syrup punch 
      G                      C 
You diabetic and apathetic, wondering when they will bring you lunch  
       G                  C            G         D        G      
to the park they keep you in, when the saints go marching in 
                  G                                                           Em 
So I wish I had a cigarette for every time a perfect stranger asked me for a cigarette 
                    C                     Am?                    G 
but I wonder what a cigarette will really do to help that person out 
         G                                                                                 Em 
I wish to God I had some spare change for every time a perfect stranger asked me for some spare change 
                             C                      Am?                        G 
but there's not enough spare change in the world to make such an empty gesture count. 





"People II 2: Still Peoplin'?" 


C G F Am F C G G 
C G F Am F C G G C 

                C             G            F           Am 
If you've been kicked in or abused or mistreated or misused. 
F                        C                G 
You were told there was nowhere to go but up for you. 
                C                      G 
If you've been hurt or you've been betrayed. 
                F                         Am 
If you've been fucked or you've been displaced. 
F                         C                      G 
Then you were told it's probably been your fault anyway. 

          Dm                           G 
But your Hustler subscription or your Xanax prescription 
C              Em          Am 
Make you feel lonelier instead. 
Dm                                              G 
You don't want to hear about all the starving children. 
C                     Em                    Am 
You don't want to be told it's all in your head. 
                         Dm  G                  C 
Cus if it's all in your head, that's terrible. 

I saw a junkie laying in a puddle of his own blood last week, 
I saw a cyclist get hit by a car. 
I saw a homeless guy chug a bottle of mouthwash on Christmas eve. 
No, you can never fall to far. 

Dm                      G 
You can by a Salad Glove and you can by an iPod. 
             C                 Em       
And you can sell that shit to Bookmans  
           Am                Em 
When your wife dies and you lose your job. 
Dm                         G 
You can hope it gets better and you can follow your dreams 
     C            Em            
But hope is for presidents and  
  Am            Em              Dm   G           C 
Dreams are for people who are sleeping. 

C G F Am F C G G 
C G F Am F C G G C 

My friend Erin says it best, "we're all two or three bad decisions away 
From becoming the ones we fear and pity" 
And Tony says it's important to bear some witness when you can 
And that's not hard to do in the city that I live in. 

Dm (1x) 
You don't have it any better  
G (1x) 
And you don't have it any worse. 
                C (6x)  Em (6x) 
You're an irreplaceable human soul  
          Am (6x)   
With your own understanding of  
Em (6x)           Dm (1x)    G (1x) 
What it means to suffer. 

And that's a hu-u-u-u-uge 
 C 
Bummer.  





Sorry Bro 


Intro: C G Am Em F G C G  


C         G         Am              Em 
15 songs, 15 shows, 15 pigs sucking at your tit. 
F                   C          F                   G 
How does it feel to live here? How does it feel to leave here? 
C         G         Am      Em              F 
15 notes, 15 notes, 15 dogs chewin' on your throat. 
                    G         F           G           
How does it feel to come home? I wish you had a home. 
    Am         G         F        G           Am 
And you've got nothing I want but something I need. 
               F                 G         INTRO CHORD PROGRESSION 
You've got the elegance and the ability to breathe. 
C               G 
Traffic report: 15 dead. 
Am                      Em                                F 
A head on collision, at least that's what I thought I had read. 
F                 G             F 
We're the kids in America, whoa oh. 
F                 G         
We're the kids in America 
C               G                  Am                 Em                   
15 days, you're back on track with fifteen ounces cut out of your  
        F 
fucking back. 
F                   G 
How does it feel to be you? 
F        G 
I do not envy you, dude. 
    Am         G         F        G           Am 
And you've got nothing I like but something I love. 
    F             G                 Am      
The charm and the skills to rise above. 
                   F     G 
You know how to be loved. 
              C          G          Am   C 
And you're as clean as a broke-dick dog. 
C                  F       G                      Am      C 
I don't want to be like you but I'm still rooting for you. 
C                  F       G                      Am      C 
I would hate to be like you but I'm still rooting for you. 
C                  F       G                      Am      C 
I would hate to be like you but I'm still rooting for you. 
C                  F       G                      Am      STOP 
I don't want to be like you but I'm still rooting for you. 
Am         G         F            G           Am 
You've got nothing I hate but got something I loathe. 
          F                         G                    Am 
You still walk around letting other people pick out your clothes. 
                               F  G 
And they will tell you when to go,  
                        Am                   C 
they'll tell you who to know-woah-woah-oh-oh-oh. 
                               F 
And they will tell you when to stop. 
                Fm   C  
And then you'll stop.  




Skate Park 





Free Bird 


              C 
There's a tongue in my mouth. 
                                                Am 
There's a lock on the door and I can't imagine wishing for more. 
       F 
I've paid for my crimes and I've unlied my lies. 
       G 
And now I'm adorned with a clever disguise. 
      F G         Am 
I am free as a bird. 
      F  G               Am 
I'm free from my words. 
                C 
There is a pill I've been meaning to swallow 
                                                    Am 
and it's shaped like a record that I'd like to borrow 
       F 
and covered in shit I've been meaning to wallow 
       G 
and I don't know where I'll be tomorrow. 
      F  G        Am 
I'm free as a bird. 
      F  G               Am 
I'm free from my words. 
      F   G       C               E           Am 
I'm free as a bird flying over the sea. 
                             F 
Just can't find the summer. 
                 C 
If there's a God in the sky or a devil below. 
Am 
That doesn't matter to me. 
         F 
Cus I see Satan's face when I look in the mirror. 
   G 
I see God inside of all of the people I meet. 
      F  G        Am 
I'm free as a bird. 
      F  G               Am 
I'm free from my words. 
      F   G       C                     E                      Am                        F 
I'm free as a man who's out wandering the streets looking for shelter. 






Big Bird 


I'm afraid of the way I live my life. 

I'm afraid of the way I don't 

I'm afraid of the things I want to do but I won't. 

I'm afraid of God. 
                               
I'm afraid to believe and I'm afraid of all the loved ones that I've made leave. 
     
I'm afraid that my dog doesn't love me anymore. 


    C                                      Am 
I'm afraid of the social laziness that let Kitty Genovese die. 
        Dm                 G                    C 
And I'm afraid of the mob mentality that makes otherwise normal people go blind. 
    C                                               Am 
I'm afraid of the way that the world works and I'm afraid of the words in my notebooks. 
    Dm                     G              C 
I'm afraid that you all know that I am a pervert. 

                F                         G 
But the big red bird that lives under the city 
        Am          C                          F 
doesn't give a damn about me and it dies every night. 
           Fm 
By burning alive. 

    C 
I'm afraid of my grandfathers cancer. 
        Am 
And I'm afraid of my mom's dying arm. 
    Dm                        G                C 
I'm afraid that I've somehow caused my family harm. 

    C                                       Am 
I'm afraid that the ones I love won't have enough. 
    Dm                      G                C 
I'm afraid that the ones I love won't have enough. 

     F            G                Am 
It's harder to be yourself than it is to be anybody else. 
F               G                Am (Asus2) 
I wish I were a little less of a coward 
        (Am)     F                         G 
but the big red bird that lives under the city 
        Am            C                        F 
doesn't give a damn about me and it dies every night. 
              Fm 
So I bought a knife. 
       C         Am       F      C 
I am a knife. 
		  

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