All chords are barre chords besides and ,,, ( on "slap me" in the first verse) I always thought that i would drop the plot and make everyday a holiday back when i thought i could cut and copy onto analog its just improv well,well,well. What do we have here write what you know empty shows and empty beer cans can you do the beer? And slide it over here maaaaaaaan slap me in the face with an open hand. ,,, ( on the last "want too..") do what you want too, you already do do, do what you want too, you already do do, do what you want, do, you already do do, do what you want too . ,, ( instead of starting on "burp baby" With tattered edges on my angry letters to the editor i told the world i held the hand of what i thought was god until the bitter light, confirmed i wasn't right well, well, well What do we have here? Theres nobody around to burp baby and so i pass along the blame to my friends and they don't want it at all a black souvignier I started off blessed, but I count to profane the glass got filled to the rim, but pretty soon i pissed it away ,,,, do what you want too, you already do do, do what you want too, you already do do, do what you want, do, you already do do, do what you want too .