Chord Bomb The Music Industry Stand There Until Youre Sober Ukulele Versi 1

Written by Jeff Rosenstock
Performed by Bomb the Music Industry
Transcribed by Adam Greenberg adamcgreenberg[at]hotmail[dot]com

I figured out the chords so I could do an acoustic version of the song. They are 100%
if you play along. I use open chords for whatever I can, I think it sounds best that way.
are pulled off the bomb the music industry website. This website isn't keeping the
I put in, so you'll have to figure out the timing.

Have fun with it, make it original.

D A G
Brown paper bags metal cans.
D A Em
Sixty degrees fahrenheit.
D F#
We can't see the stars tonight
G Em
‘cause apartments generate ambient light
A F#m G
And I'm sorry that we're not already drunk.


D A G
Hours later we're getting there
D A Em
Meters away from the shore
D F#
My forty of Corona is just
G Em
drops away from being kicked
A G D
And I don't know what I'm gonna be tomorrow.


D G Bm
When you stayed overnight making out with a stranger
Em D
in the bottom of a boat that belonged to a stranger
G
and you came home at six in the morning
Bm Em
after being caught ass naked by the dude who threw the party
D A G
I thought that we'd never grow up.
D A D
I thought that we'd never grow up.

D A G
Now all my friends rise at eight.
D A Em
They go to sleep before midnight.
D F#
And I just wanna drink 'til three
G Em
Embarrassing myself publicly.
A Bb
And you all used to be just like me
Bm C
You fuckers used to be just like me.

D G
So now I sit and stew alone.
Bm
Everyone's already sleeping.
Em
Everybody's moved away
D
and can pay their bills on time.
G Bm
No one else is making a hundred and ten bucks for twenty hours.
Em
God I hate this fucking place.
D
God I hate what happened to me.
A G
You promised we'd stay best of friends.
D A G
But we can't 'cause I just can't grow up.


p.m.
E5 A5
And it kills me. Yeah it kills me
D B5
that I don’t know what I can do.
E5 E5 E5 E5
I can’t breathe correctly and
C#5 C#5 C#5 C#5
I can’t sleep or anything and
D F# G Gm
I can’t think of anything I can’t think of anything.


D A G
Now every night is miserable.
D A Em
So sad I can't even get drunk.
D F#
So let's go out just one last time.
G Em
Let's finish off a box of wine.
A Bb
Do shots of yukon jack and lime.
Bm C D
Can we drink 'til I fucking die?

G
I'll make you party at my funeral
Bm
'Cause mourning is for suckers.
Em
I'll rent a ferris wheel and
D
cotton candy machine and have open bar
G
with all the Pabst that you can drink
Bm
the PA blasting my Clash records.
Em
You'll finally know that life's okay
D
Even when bad things happen.


D A G


D A G
So just one more beer, then grow up.
D A G
So just one more beer, then grow up.
D F#
So just one more beer.
G
Go to work.
Em
Pay your bills.
D
Eat a dick.
A D
One more beer, THEN grow up.