Hele sangen er C#, C#, Fm, Eb (med capo på 1. bånd) Mesteparten med fingerspill: C# C# E|-----------------|-----------------| B|-----1-------1---|-----1-------1---| G|---2---2---2---2-|---2---2---2---2-| D|---------3-------|---------3-------| A|-----------------|-----------------| E|-1---------------|-1---------------| Fm Eb E|-----------------|-----------------| B|-----1-------1---|-----0-------0---| G|---2---2---2---2-|---0---0---0---0-| D|---------2-------|---------0-------| A|-0---------------|-----------------| E|-----------------|-3---------------| Etter linjen "Deep down inside of me I'm actually really mad" kommer det en liten periode med de samme akkordene, men spilt som barchords (og ikke fingerspill): C# Fm Eb E|--1-----5-----3--| B|--1-----5-----3--| G|--2-----5-----4--| D|--3-----7-----5--| A|--3-----7-----5--| E|--1-----5-----3--| C# Fm I got out of work early today Eb C# Decided to walk home, whistling all the way Fm Down our street, through our front gate Eb C# Something was not right Fm Who's shoes are these? Eb C# They really don't smell like mine Fm And who's jacket is this? Eb Someone's been dressing up real fine I looked around for my wife She's usually outside when the weather this nice But the garden laid silent as a mouse So i wandered back into the house Who's pants are these? They are not my size And these aren't my cars keys Even though they look really nice Then I heard noises from upstairs Sounded like my wife was playing basketball I thought it was an odd thing to do in our bedroom So i decided to go and check it out Who's boxers are these? I really don't understand 'Cause I'm pretty sure these Batman boxers aren't mine Could they belong to another man? Upstairs I meet my best friend Bob Standing naked in the hall Behind him I can see my wife lying naked on the bed Seems like they haven't been playing basketball at all Bob, what's going on? I've known you my whole life Still when I'm gone, you're here pretending to play basketball with my wife Oh, Bob, you'd better run, or I'm gonna hurt you real bad 'Cause I do not find this fun Deep down inside of me I'm actually really mad Bob jumped off the balcony, hit a rock and broke his leg Which gave me plenty good time to get a shovel from the garden shed And with the shovel I hit Bob in head until I was pretty sure he had to be dead Did not feel neither remorse nor pain as i plaited to ground with pieces of his brain And when I felt that sting in my back I never could have guessed my wife just hit me with an axe She obviously cared more for Bob that me, I assumed As my body fell to my feet She started dragging Bob towards the car I screamed: You dumb slut, didn't you notice his scare? There ain't nothing were his head suppose to be I'm not sure you can fix that with surgery She started crying, I laughed and said Jesus, you need to get the vacuum cleaner to get up all the pieces They disappeared, I spat Bob in the face which was easy 'Cause he was lying all over the place ------ Dette er min første tab, så beklager om det er noe feil. Du må høre på sangen for å sette alt på plass. NRK Urørt: http://www.nrk.no/urort/Artist/ArneAasmund/default.aspx Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Arne-%C3%85smund/380514262001449
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