Chords Shins - New Slang
Lyrics Shins - New Slang
Am C F
gold teeth and a curse for this town
C G
were all in my mouth
C F Am G
only i don’t know how they got out , dear
Am C F
turn me back into the pet
C G
i was when we met
C F Am G
i was happier then with no mind set
chorus :
G C
and if you’d a took to me like
F C G
a gull takes to the wind
C
well , i’d a jumped from my tree
F C F C
and i’d a danced like the king of the eyesores
F C G
and the rest of our lives would’a fared well
verse 2 :
Am C F
new slang when you notice the stripes
C G
the dirt in your fries
C F
hope it’s right when you die
Am G
old and bony
Am C F
dawn breaks like a bull through the hall
C G
never should’a called
C F
but my heads to the wall
Am G
and i’m lonely
chorus
verse 3 :
Am C F
god speed all the baker’s at dawn
C G
may they all cut their thumbs
C F
and bleed into their buns
Am G
’till they melt away
chorus 2 :
G C
i’m looking in on the good life
F C G
i might be doomed never to find
C
without a trust or flaming fields
F C G
Am i too dumb to refine?
C
and if you’d a took to me like
F C F C
well i’d a danced like the queen of the eyesores
F C G
and the rest of our lives would’a fared well
outro
Am C F
gold teeth and a curse for this town
C G
were all in my mouth
C F Am G
only i don’t know how they got out , dear
Am C F
turn me back into the pet
C G
i was when we met
C F Am G
i was happier then with no mind set
chorus :
G C
and if you’d a took to me like
F C G
a gull takes to the wind
C
well , i’d a jumped from my tree
F C F C
and i’d a danced like the king of the eyesores
F C G
and the rest of our lives would’a fared well
verse 2 :
Am C F
new slang when you notice the stripes
C G
the dirt in your fries
C F
hope it’s right when you die
Am G
old and bony
Am C F
dawn breaks like a bull through the hall
C G
never should’a called
C F
but my heads to the wall
Am G
and i’m lonely
chorus
verse 3 :
Am C F
god speed all the baker’s at dawn
C G
may they all cut their thumbs
C F
and bleed into their buns
Am G
’till they melt away
chorus 2 :
G C
i’m looking in on the good life
F C G
i might be doomed never to find
C
without a trust or flaming fields
F C G
Am i too dumb to refine?
C
and if you’d a took to me like
F C F C
well i’d a danced like the queen of the eyesores
F C G
and the rest of our lives would’a fared well
outro