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Spinnaker (The Park Bench Rant) Wedding Ring Capo on the first fret Tabbed by Zack Richardson Intro- C C I sat next to a man on a park bench next to a hotdog stand he said, G catch the dragon’s tail if you can. it’s a rush man! C G it’s a bad plan but if you get your fix maybe the fifth or sixth time [ Tab from: http://www.guitaretab.com/t/the-park-bench-rant/68133.html ] it’s a life it’s a lie. C I said I’m through with coke he said you want some dope? G I choked and said I meant the drink man, what did you think man? C and we sat on your front steps I killed a bug with a cigarette G and you told about your first hit and I felt bad, I felt bad. C I said this one needs a chorus, maybe a sludgy number with some minor chords G C G that they can tap their toes to, and not get bored because it rhymes. C then I gave this ring to you in hopes that we’d stay gold till we grow old G abby lee come away with me. C lets get lost and maybe be happy someday have a house G with trees on a lane so shady I know it’s sappy C and I got up and went for a walk got down the block G got stung by a wasp she was mid-fifties C G white anglo-saxon square they’re not going anywhere. C got into a fist and cuff with my boss. I lost. he was pretty tough G so I left and dropped my smoke. felt like a joke, felt like a joke C and I stumbled down my street on two broken feet past the bank G who I forgot to thank for their correspondence found out I was broke. C in fact worst then broke they can pinch and poke and push the yoke G while the rich man laughs oh what a gas oh what a funny fucked up joke C and I passed a black man with a blank stare we share the same air doesn’t seem fair G that the poor get no healthcare while the rich and bald can buy new hair, C G its fucked! C no mister I don’t mean to stare at your brand new car no you don’t care G we can go to war, or if your wife’s a whore. fuck the poor! you snooze, your sore! C all they do is snore that’s why I lock my front door and if something’s lost you just G C call the cops, call the cops while people just want jobs where they don’t get robbed G who do we call, when you get robbed. C who really scores all the dirty drugs is it the rich or thugs? I can tell you that it G C aint the poor. mister keep your stocks and shares, corner offices and executive chairs G I broke my last red cent for my woman’s love C G and mister I can’t pay the rent this month, no mister I can’t pay the rent this month C G C |