WWW.AZCHORDS.COM | The Taxpayers - No Lodging For The Mad Ukulele | Ver. 1
[Verse 1]
G
I have been making presentations for a final escalation,
C G
I have been praying to the god of giving up.
C G Em G Em
She says, “Lock, lock, lock the door behind you now,
C D G
before the criminals and the cops break in your house."
[Verse 2]
G C G
Oh, I have looked so hard for a place where I could die.
C G Em
But the winners up there of high-end living
C D G
won't allow the broke and insane to arise.
[Chorus]
C G C G
So f**k this city! f**k this job! They cut you down before you even reach the top!
C G Em G Em
In a god-fearing land, there ain't no lodging for the mad;
C D G
you can't get high enough to breathe before you drown.
[Verse 3]
G C G
I'm gonna go back to that factory, where they make, make, make moving parts
C G Em G Em
that will take, take, take you very far away.
C D G
In the flash of a pack of matches, I will be gone.
[Chorus]
C G C G
So f**k this city! f**k this job! They cut you down before you even reach the top!
C G Em G Em
In a god-fearing land, there ain't no lodging for the mad;
C D
you can't get high enough to breathe,
C D
you can't get high enough to breathe,
C D G
you can't get high enough to breathe before you drown!
