Arms Against Atrophy keyboard

Arms Against Atrophy

• Ab

Intro:  
This little riff goes on throughout the song but is audible at the beginning 

Part I: 

Ab         Fm 
Ab         Fm 

Ab 
A band trip dance - what could be the harm,  
Fm 
but a six week vacation from the use of my right arm?  
Ab 
Just the two hits, I remember nothing more:  
Fm 
Alex hitting the switch and me hitting the floor.  

C#           Fm   Bbm   Fm 
We're taking this lying down.  
Bbm                  Fm                     C 
The one thing I can stand up for is resting supine on the ground.  
C#        Fm             Bbm           Fm 
Mr. McDermott, won't you help me to my feet?  
Bbm                          Fm          C                         Ab 
Because the drumline's going wild in the San Francisco streets. 

Ab 
The long walk home, an hour and a half,  
Fm 
quickly turns to three or four with stops at every underpass,  
Ab 
but by June 22nd, I have done the math.  
Fm 
That's a hundred and five liters I'll consume of Dr. Path.  

C#              Fm         Bbm        Fm      
Some girls will tell their secrets to anyone.  
Bbm                  Fm                       C 
The word "love" gets thrown around a lot near graduation,  
C#              Fm      Bbm                  Fm 
so please don't whisper sweet nothings in my ear 
Bbm                         Fm           C                        C#      Ab 
when the sound of shredding vocal chords is what I want to hear,  
Eb                                       E 
because we're going to San Francisco and I forget to wear some flowers in my hair. 

Part II 

C                  G            F            C 
She's got a secret surname that nobody knows  
C                      G                    F                  C 
with the most gorgeous hyphen (you wouldn't believe the way it glows)  
Am               C               F             G 
and I'm the only one who gets to see it way up close,  
F                                       G 
so the rest of you can stick it up your nose.  

C                     G                    F           C 
Last night, I had the strangest dream that I have ever known - 
C               G            F                  C 
my mother, in a fit of rage, chases me from our home.  
Am             C              F              G 
My mother, the murderer holds me down in the road.  
F                                 Ab 
She's got the nail clippers at my throat. 

Part III: 

Ab     Ab        Fm        C# 

Solo I: x2 


Ab                                           Fm 
Even though things lately may have been real horrorshow,  
                          C#                    Eb 
I'm wishing I was back in utero. I'd like to go back to the way that things were before, 
Ab                                      Fm  
but apparently, I'm looking at physical therapy.  
                           C#                                        Eb 
It won't be exactly how it used to be. It ain't hard to see that it's not that way, not that way anymore.  
Ab                                 Fm 
Jesus Christ is suffering upon his cross tonight.  
                               C#                          Eb                                     Ab       Fm 
I just sit outside waiting for frost to bite. "It's always this way," she says on her way out the door.  
C#            Eb 
Wait and see. The rest is yet to reveal itself to me. 

Solo II: x2 


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