| C | G | C | G | | F | C | G | G | [Verse 1] C G Put your cigarette out and get your hat back on C G Don't mix up which is which F C They don't pay you enough to work G Well they don't pay me enough to bitch C G Boss ain't as smart as he'd like to be C G But he ain't nearly as dumb as you think F C G He just wants evolution on budget with a schedule to keep | C | G | C | G | | F | C | G | G | [Verse 2] C G Suburban four lanes moving like blood through an C G old man's dying heart F C G Nothing but time to keep hope alive at the speed of a stream of tar C G He bought in young and I have no doubt C G he's gonna cash out with a winning deal F C Trophy tail wives taking boner pill rides for the G price of a happy meal [Chorus] C G Shit shots count and the table is tilted C G Just pay the man who levels the floor F C Pride's what you charge a proud man for having G Shame is what you sell to a whore C G Meat’s just meat and it’s all born dying, C G some is tender and some is tough. F C Somebody's got to mop up the A1, G somebody's got to mop up the blood [Guitar solo over] | D Bm | C G | Am | Am | | C | D G | F | C | [Bridge] D Bm C High ground ain't high enough G Am To kill you quick if you fall C D G F C Idealistically speaking it sounds like you ain't listening at all D Bm C G Friday night riches are all you're ever gonna need until the Am fight in you on Monday's gone C G One more drag tuck your hair in your hat F C Don't act so surprised try not to look so lost | C | G | C | G | | F | C | G | G | [Chorus] C G Shit shots count and the table is tilted C G Just pay the man who levels the floor F C Pride's what you charge a proud man for having G Shame is what you sell to a whore C G Meat’s just meat and it’s all born dying, C G some is tender and some is tough. F C Somebody's got to mop up the A1, G somebody's got to mop up the blood | C | G | C | G | | F | C | G | G | | C | G | C | G | | F | C | G | G | | C | G | C | G | | F | C | G | G |