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[Intro] A F# E G x2 A F D Bb G# x2 [Verse 1] A F D Bb G# Sell the kids for food. A F D Bb G# Weather changes moods. A F D Bb G# Spring is here again. A F D Bb C# Reproductive glands a - and [Chorus] A F#m A F#m He's the one who likes all our pretty songs, A F#m A F#m And he likes to sing along and he likes to shoot his gun, B D B D But he knows not what it means, knows not what it means when I say, A F#m A F#m He's the one who likes all our pretty songs, A F#m A F#m And he likes to sing along and he likes to shoot his gun, B D B D But he knows not what it means, knows not what it means when I say, [Post-Chorus] A F# E G Yeah. Mm. A F# E G Ooh. Mm. [Verse 2] A F D Bb G# We can have some more. A F D Bb G# Nature is a whore. A F D Bb G# Bruises on the fruit. A F D Bb C# Tender age in bloom. [Chorus] A F#m A F#m He's the one who likes all our pretty songs, A F#m A F#m And he likes to sing along and he likes to shoot his gun, B D B D But he knows not what it means, knows not what it means when I say, A F#m A F#m He's the one who likes all our pretty songs, A F#m A F#m And he likes to sing along and he likes to shoot his gun, B D B D But he knows not what it means, knows not what it means when I say, [Post-Chorus] A F# E G Yeah. Mm. A F# E G Ooh. Mm. [Solo] A F D Bb G# x3 A F D Bb C# [Chorus] A F#m A F#m He's the one who likes all our pretty songs, A F#m A F#m And he likes to sing along and he likes to shoot his gun, B D B D But he knows not what it means, knows not what it means when I say, A F#m A F#m He's the one who likes all our pretty songs, A F#m A F#m And he likes to sing along and he likes to shoot his gun, B D B D But he knows not what it means, knows not what it means when I say, B D B D Knows not what it means, knows not what it means and I say. [Post-Chorus] A F# E G Yeah. Ooh. A F# E G A Ooh. Ooh. A: 002220 A: 577655 F#: 244322 F: x33211 F#m: 244222 D: x00232 E: 022100 Bb: 688766 G: 355433 G#: 466544 B: x24442 C#: x46664 Thanks to Pete (gorgiarose16) Enjoy, grtz Werner Dhondt