The Ymca Down The Street From The Clinic keyboard

The Ymca Down The Street From The Clinic

• C#m

A few notes: 
-This is the first song I've tabbed by ear so it may be a little off.  
-The 'E' chord is played up on the 7th fret except for in the Chorus. Then it is (02210x). 
-The little solo is probably off but it's definitely close and good enough to work with. 
-Go buy Metropole, it is and will be the best album of 2014. 

Riff 1 

             C#m                          E 
Click on the link for the world's biggest dick 
        B                               A 
You can smell the rats are dying as the ship starts to sink 
        C#m                   A 
Down beneath, the poor are in braces and tears 
B                    A 
Up against the bars, staring down their years 
C#m                             E 
You told me to kiss you because we were at the end 
      B                                 A 
And I said I wouldn't miss you, because baby, I'd be dead 
    C#m                                 E 
And that's the only way, it seems, that I could get away 
     B                         A 
Otherwise, I'm nothing without you, babe 
  
(continue chord progression) 

I got a bad, sick stink, and I'm bathing in the sink 
At the YMCA down the street from the clinic 
And there's a sad old man with a sad, saggy ass 
Just crying under the electric dryer for your hands 
And he's wet, and he's dying and the spiders on his nose 
Seem to indicate that he's been keeping warm out in the cold 
And he's a lot like me, I guess, but we're somehow not the same 
They say you really die the last time anybody says your name 
Riff 2 

     C#m              E         A              B 
This sweet and sticky dream was nothing that I needed 
     C#m           E         A              B 
Just demons to believe, poisons lined up to feed 'em 
        A                          E             B 
And the rings inside this tree are rotten deeper down 
   A                            B 
Goddamn this fucking town, it's restless and I'm drowning 

Solo 

I got these black rotten teeth, cracking off in bloody beef 
And I haven't seen the dentist in at least six thousand weeks 
And I'm high on this TV and these whiskeys and these dreams 
That I wouldn't dare to follow because I couldn't dare succeed 
So I write down shitty words, so I sit in titty bars 
So I text and tweet and look at nudes and beat off in the dark 
Back when I was just a boy, these were okay ways to go 
But baby, I got old and somewhere I ditched my soul 

(whistling is the same as riff 1) 

This sweet and sticky dream was nothing that I needed 
Just demons to believe, poisons lined up to feed 'em 
And the rings inside this tree are rotten deeper down 
Goddamn this fucking town, it's restless and I'm drowning 

C#m, E, B, A 
We are the lonely seeds 
Adrift on burning seas 
Just pour the goddamn round 
And let's let these fuckers drown  

A, B, C#m 

-Wester18 
4/19/2014  
  
                    

     				
  
      			        
          	
          	

              
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