Bomb The Music Industry

Depression Is No Fun

Bomb The Music Industry

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Depression Is No Fun

	  		G  
Got a lot of shit on my head. 
C  
You know we got to pull it together 'cause it's  
G  
not gonna stop until we're dead. 
C  
You know we got to pull it together 'cause it's  
Am  
not gonna stop it's not gonna stop it's never ever  
C  
ever gonna stop until we're  
G 
dead. 
Cm 


G  
Got a lot of shit on my head. 
Cm  
You know we got to pull it together 'cause it's  
G 
not gonna stop until we're dead. 
Cm  
You know we got to pull it together 'cause it's  
A 
not gonna stop it's not gonna stop it's never ever  
C 
ever gonna stop 


Em C G 
Ian Graham says it's a temp- 
B 
-orary solution  
Em A D C 
to a permanent problem. Oh oh oh. 


— 
Even when locations  
G 
change, 
— 
the imbalance stays the  
B 
same 
— 
And you just run out of  
Em 
cities, states and countries you can  
B 
blame. 


— 
So you just keep 
C G 
 running away 
C G  
 running away 
C G 
 running away 
C G  
 running away 
C D 
 running away 
D 
 running away! 

G  
Got a lot of shit on my head. 
Cm  
You know we got to pull it together 'cause it's  
G 
not gonna stop until we're dead. 
Cm  
You know we got to pull it together 'cause it's  
A 
not gonna stop it's not gonna stop it's never ever  
C 
ever gonna stop 

Em C G 
It took her to the hospital and  
B 
then her parents' house. 
Em A D C 
I’m walking home at 3 AM. Alone. 

— 
When the bartender's   
G 
asleep, 
— 
ya gotta think things through your-  
B 
-self 
— 
And when it  
Em 
gets this late it's hard to find someone to call for  
B 
help. 

C G C D  
I got my hands in my pockets and a hood tight over my head. 
I couldn't deal with  
G  
anti-depressants But now I'm 
B 
Anti- depressants 

C G C D 
I'm all out of smokes and I'm wishing that I was dead again. 
I couldn't deal with  
G  
anti-depressants But now I'm 
B 
Anti- depressants 


C G C D G B 
I'm drunk and alone and I'm thinking  
I couldn't deal with  
G  
anti-depressants But now I'm 
B 
anti- depressants, I guess 

A D  
Cause it just makes a different mess. 
G F# E D C B A G  
Runnin’ away! Runnin’ away! Runnin’ away!  
A D  
Cause it just makes a different mess. 
G F# E D C B A G  
Runnin’ away! Runnin’ away! Runnin’ away!  
A D  
Cause it just makes a different mess. 
G F# E D C B A G  
Runnin’ away! Runnin’ away! Runnin’ away!  
A D  
Cause it just makes a different mess. 

G 
Got a lot of shit on my head. 
		  

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