Replacements - Bastards Of Young Chords

Intro:     Fmaj7            C   
       e|-0-3---0--3--0-0--0-3--0-3--0-0--0-|   
       B|-1-1---1--1--1-3--1-1--1-1--1-1--3-|   
       G|-2-2---2--2--2----0-0--0-0--0-0----|   
       D|-3-3---3--3--3----2-2---------2----|   
       A|------------------3-----------3----|   
       E|-----------------------------------|

Verse: 
         Am          C            Am        G
         God, what a mess, on the ladder of success
    F              G                     C
    Where you take one step and miss the whole first rung
          Am     C            Am       G
          Dreams unfulfilled, graduate unskilled
     F                           G              C
     It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgotten

Chorus: Play the chorus like the intro

         Fmaj7                      C
         We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
         Fmaj7                      C
         We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
                F                     G- - - C
                The daughters and the sons

Verse:
           Am              C     Am              G
           Clean your baby womb, trash that baby boom
       F                             G             C
       Elvis in the ground, there'll ain't no beer tonight
         Am         C          Am               G 
         Income tax deduction, what a hell of a function
       F                           G             C
       It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgotten

Chorus: Same as above
Bridge:
     Dm               G            Am                    Bb
     Unwillingness to claim us, ya got no word (war?) to name us

Solo: Am, C, Am, G / Am, C, Am, G / F, G, C

Verse:
      Am                   C            Am                G
      The ones who love us best are the ones we'll lay to rest
            F                         G           C  
            And visit their graves on holidays at best
     Am                   C             Am                G
     The ones who love us least are the ones we'll die to please
      F                        G                           C
      If it's any consolation, I don't begin to understand them

Chorus: Same as above