Guns N' Roses

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 G#7
Diamonds and fast cars
Money to burn
I got my head in the clouds
I got these thoughts to churn
Got my feet in the sand
I got a house on the hill
I got a headache like a mother
Twice the price of my thrills

          D#7
And it's a cold day it's a continental drift
I said this traffic is hell
Can you give me a lift
And I'll try to paint a story
Got your pictures to tell
Yeah, you got to make a living
With what you bring yourself to sell

  G#7
I got some genuine
Imitation
Bad apples
Free sample
For your peace of mind
Only $9,95

         D#7
I got my camera back from customs
Got my law fees up to date
Hell they must seen me comin'
Ain't this life so fuckin' great

Chorus:
          C#
When the shit hit the fan
       G#
It was all I could stand
     D#
Yeah, well I'm a frequent flyer
            C#
My body's breathing while it can
            G#                     D#
But what I don't understand is that
My world ain't getting no brighter
If i could touch the sky
Well I would float on by
While everybody's talkin'
Hell I'm just another guy
If it were up to me
I'd say just leave me be
        A#
Why let one bad apple
                          G#7
Spoil the whole damn bunch

Gold and caviar
Now, won't you pour my apathy?
I'd have all the bases covered
If I could teach my hands to see

But now we're down in the deep end
Where they'd love to watch you drown
I said your laundry could use washing
Will hang it up all over town
I said Hollywood's like a dryer
And we're down on Sunset Strip
And you'll be suckin' down the clorox
'Til your life's all nice and crisp

chorus (x2)