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Date Added 2006-10-05     Times viewed 781

R.E.M. - Wake Up Bomb


                         E              D
I look good in a glass pack
                         A          G
I look good and mean
                      E                 D                                A          G
I look good in metallic sick wraparounds blackout tease
                         E          D               A                 G
I scud along the horizon chew some sweet tree
                               E                 D
I get high in my low-ass boot cut cheap
                  A         G
I like being seen
                                E                 D
I look good with my drink eat no sleep
                                   A        G
Take a leap, longevity
                            E                D                A     G
I look good in my attitude, latitude, 1973
I'm in deep


C    G            C         G     C            D
My head's on fire and high esteem
C             G      C                 G                       D
Carry my dead, bored, been there, done that, anything
E          D
Oh, the wake-up bomb
A         G
Oh, the wake-up bomb
E          D
Oh, the wake-up bomb
A         G
Oh, the wake-up bomb

C   G             C          G    C           D
My head's on fire and high esteem
C     G            C     G          D
Get drunk and sing along to Queen
C                G        C              G             D
Practice my T-Rex moves and make the scene
C             G      C                G                        D
Carry my dead, bored, been there, done that, anything

Repeat chords for remaining verses

I had to knock a few buildings over
I make an ugly mess
I had to blow a gasket
Drop transmission
I had to decompress
I had to write the great American novel
I had a neutron bomb
I had to teach the world to sing by the age of 21
I wake up (I wake up)
I wake up (I wake up)
I threw up when I saw what I'd done


Oh, the wake-up bomb
Oh, the wake-up bomb
My head's on fire and high esteem
Get drunk and sing along to Queen
Practice my T-Rex moves and make the scene
Yeah, I'd rather be anywhere doing anything


Solo


I've had enough, I've seen enough, I've had it all, I'm giving up
I won the race, I broke the cup, I drank it all, I spit it up
I've had enough, I've seen enough, I've had it all, I'm giving up
I won the race, I broke the cup, I drank it all, I spit it up

Yeah, atomic, Supersonic
What a joke, I'm dumb
See ya, don't wanna be you
Lunch meat, Pond scum

My head's on fire in high esteem
Get drunk and sing along to Queen
Practice my T-Rex moves and make the scene
Yeah, I'd rather be anywhere doing anything
Yeah, I'd rather be anywhere doing anything
Yeah, I'd rather be anywhere doing anything

 
 

 

 

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