A# G# D# A#
Bridge:
G# C#
Chorus:
G# C# F# C#
Lyrics:
Friday night on coke with a crow bar, left at two in the back of Doug's
car, without a plan and being fucked up, lookin' to get something,
something for ourselves. Friday night at three at a side door, Doug said
try to get the door just once more, I said man, this is all fucked up,
just trying to get something, something for ourselves. Feeling kinda
weird and I'm thinking to myself, feeling kinda weird and I'm thinking to
myself. . . Fuck Doug, I'm not going out like this, he said I'm all I got
and I won't be missed. This makes no sense, it makes no sense to me, this
isn't the way it's supposed to be.
That's it! Please send me any requests, comments, changes, or anything
else. Thanks.
Luke
Less Than Jake
