The Profiteers

	  		


verse 1: 
               C 
Marching on my face 
               Am 
Dancing on the grave 
                  F 
that I ain't even in 
                  G(hold) 
And pissing on my shoes 
And fucking my marmalades 
again And I'm choking on 
    C 
the fumes of a promising 
Am 
  youth That crumbled into 
 F 
sloppy dusty doom once I 
 G 
spread my wings and flew 



           F 
But if it smells like shit 
       G 
And it looks like shit 
        C 
Then my friend you can 
G/B               Am 
bet that we’d get rich 
    G              F 
off it And you can dream 
           G 
it You can wrap it up and 
               C 
give it to the girl 
            G/B 
you've been loving 
        Am 
Or just thinking about 
G                 F 
fucking it up And baby 
       G G(hold) 
whoa whoa it's a crazy 
        C    C 
fucking world 



verse 2: 
       C 
So the healthy white 
baby to the trench coat 
              Am 
moms Said the healthy 
white baby what else 
do you got? Said the 
F 
negro boy with his 
heart outside And 
     G 
that filthy cock 
sucker that passed 
out getting high 
  C 
I drive all night 
and you'll never 
pull me over 
     Am 
Even though I'm 
always high 
You won’t like me 
when I'm sober 
             F 
Cause I just check 
my phone and sigh 
Over and over and 
G 
over and over and 
over and over 
G 
over and over and 
over and over 
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over and over and 
over and over 
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over and over and 
over and over 
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over and over 
and over 


Bridge: 
      C 
And I wanna pound bricks 
     G     F 
on a night like this 
           C 
When I’m a hundred 
                 G 
miles or so from where 
              F 
I should have been 
      C 
I got nothing but time 
           G         F 
to kill so baby jump in 
                 C 
Let's go see the people 
          G 
baby that we could have 
F                  C 
been These are the people 
    G 
baby that we could 
     F 
have been These are the 
Am(hold) G(hold)
people    that we maybe 
            F(hold) G7(hold) 
should have been 


Chorus 2: 
       F 
If it smells like shit 
       G 
And it looks like shit 
               C 
Then there’s a guy that’s 
      G/B            Am 
gonna try to put his dick 
   G           F 
in it You can scream it 
        G 
You can wrap it up and 
               C 
sell it to the girl 
            G/B 
you've been loving 
        Am 
Or just dreaming 
             G 
about you’re fucking 
    F       G 
And baby whoa 
    F       G 
And baby whoa 
    F       G 
And baby whoa 
It's a crazy 
        Am   C F G 
fucking world 


Chorus 3: Slower beat 
            F 
If you can sceam it 
        G7 
You can wrap it up 
and sell it to the 
C 
girl you’ve been 
G/B 
loving Or just 
Am 
lying about 
       G       F 
you’re fucking baby 
  G 
oh it’s a crazy 
        C(hold) 
fucking world