Misc Soundtrack - We are the tigers - matties lament
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[Intro]
(Spoken: Dear mom and dad...)
Eb
[Verse 1]
Eb* Ab* Eb* Ab*
Things are fine here, and by fine, I mean, well, I'm not shivved, so that's something.
Eb* Ab* Eb* Ab* Eb* Ab* Eb* Bb
Statistic'lly so many people die each day, that that I'm not one of them's something to celebrate
[Chorus]
It's the little Ebthings
The very little things
Ab* Bb* Ab* Eb* Ab* Eb* Ab* Cm
Things that seem so insignificant, you might forget, 'til those little things are the only things left
And you Ebdon't mope like there's no hope, like the Abworld's come tumbling Ebdown
Ab* Bb* Eb*
You're one forced muscle twitch from turning up that frown
[Verse 2]
I have friends here Eb
Eb* Ab* Eb* Ab*
And by friends I mean convicts who murdered their fam'lies
Eb* Ab* Eb* Ab* Eb* Ab*
And yet who I somehow trust more than I can in these girls who called me their friend
Bb*
Then threw me under a bus and left me for dead
[Chorus]
But it's the little Ebthings
The very little things
Ab* Bb* Ab* Eb*
It's those things you don't think would occur in your life
Ab* Eb* Ab* Cm
But some girl named Tasha just made me her wife
And you Ebdon't cry, or just ask why
There's always Absomething you can Ebdo
Ab* Bb* Eb
Even when you're stuck wond'ring why the fuck this would happen to you
(Spoken: Sorry, mom and dad. Prison has hardened me.)
[Bridge]
AbWhen I think about the way things were before, BbI don't think that I can do this anyAbmore
I want to cry, I want to scream, I need to Bbshout
(Spoken: Shut the fuck up!)
[Chorus]
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I want to claw my way out I want to claw my Cmway back in time I wouldn't ever Bbcheer, I wouldn't try Ab Bb* I'd just join the chess club, or ballet and have a better definition of a bad day I'm sorry I was Abreckless, I'm sorry I got Bbdrunk I'm sorry about Cmpeer pressure, peer pressure Bbsucks And I'm just like, oh my AbGod, I can't do this forBbever The best thing I'll Cmdo in a year is knit a Bbsweater I don’t think I’m Abcut out for doing Bbtime I need a better Cmlawyer, I need a better Bblife Can this really Abbe how it’s all gonna Bbgo ’Cause I don’t think I Cmkilled those girls, I really Bbdon’tAb BbBut it’s the little Ebthings
The very little things
Ab* Bb* Ab* Eb* Ab* Bb* Cm
Its those things that should really mean nothing at all, but nothing in hell is a big freaking ball
So you sayEb crap, I guess that’s that
You build a Abbridge and you move Ebon
Ab* Bb* Eb
And hope that four years doesn’t feel very long