10 acessos
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Drove around 'til five o'clock, it was drivers day
E
I drove the drivers way,
D7 A
Now I must speed up get up wipe up everything I've got
F#m Bm E
Wanna hit the pretty ice in my big city, with my big clichés
D7
And if I get out, give up, get along with myself
(refrão)
A F#m D A
I've gotta get it on the dancefloor, baby where
A F#m D A
in the Post United States of America
A F#m D A
I've got my brotherhood to help me, take 'em there
A F#m D A
In the Post United States of America
A F#m D A
In the Post United States of America
A F#m G E
In the Post United States of Ameeeeeeeerica
(verso)
A F#m Bm
Police asked me where to go in a nowhereland
E
I'm in a state of sand
D7 A
And if I pray well, make hell, gee swell, I'll be OK
F#m Bm E
Brothers on my right and left they don't give a shit 'bout my bottomless pit
D7
And I know, I will turn 'em, all you mothers in'n'out
(refrão)
A F#m D A
I've gotta get it on the dancefloor, baby where
A F#m D A
in the Post United States of America
A F#m D A
I've got my brotherhood to help me, take 'em there
A F#m D A
In the Post United States of America
A F#m D A
In the Post United States of America
A F#m G E
In the Post United States of Ameeeeeeeerica
(solo)
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G G G G E
A F#m D A
Love me, fool me, drink my wine in the
A F#m D A
in the Post United States of America
A F#m D A
I wanna go with those who live and dies
A F#m D A
in the Post United States of America
A F#m D A
In the Post United States of America
A F#m G E A
In the Post United States of Ameeeeeeeeriiiiiiiica