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From: michael roark
Subject: Social Distortion — Sick Boys
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Date: Sat, 23 Jan 1993 20:31:55 -0500 (EST)
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Social Distortian — Sick Boys
VERSES AND CHORUS:
G# G# C# D#
over and over again throughout the whole song.
INTRO:
e—————-|——————|——————|
b-13-11-9-9——|-9-9———9-13-|-11-11-11-11——|
g—————-|——————|——————|
D—————-|——————|——————|
A—————-|——————|——————|
E—————-|——————|——————|
e—————-|——————|——————|
b-13-11-9-9——|-9-9———9—-|——————|
g—————-|—————8-|——————|
D—————-|——————|——————|
A—————-|——————|——————|
E—————-|——————|——————|
e—————-|——————|——————|
b-13-11-9-9——|-9-9———9-13-|-11-11h13p11——|
g—————-|——————|——————|
D—————-|——————|——————|
A—————-|——————|——————|
E—————-|——————|——————|
e—————-|-11-11-11-13-11—|——————|
b-9-9-9—-11h13-|-11-11-11-11-11—|——————|
g—————-|——————|——————|
D—————-|——————|——————|
A—————-|——————|——————|
E—————-|——————|——————|
VERSE1:
G# G# C# D#
Sick Boy In his faded leather jeans
Sick Boy Black Leather Jacket Scene
Sick Boy He’s always in trouble with the law
Don’tcha Know Oooooo-Aaaaa-Ooooooo
Sick Boy He carry a switch blade knife
Sick Boy Likes to get into fights
Sick Boy He’ll go drinkin’ with the boys
All Night long Oooooo-Aaaaa-Ooooooo
Sick Boy Naaa-Naaa-Na-Na
Sick Boy Oooooo-Aaaaa-Ooooooo
Sick Boy Naaa-Naaa-Na-Na
Sick Boy Oooooo-Aaaaa-Ooooooo
VERSE2:
G# G# C# D#
Sick Boy He rides a big motorbike
Sick Boy He combs his hair up just right
Sick Boy With tattoes up ‘n down his arms
Don’tcha Know Oooooo-Aaaaa-Ooooooo
Sick Boy He’s got a girl wrapped around his arm
Sick Boy With his street-like (light?) charm
Sick Boy He’ll make love to her all night
Don’tcha Know Oooooo-Aaaaa-Ooooooo
Sick Boy Naaa-Naaa-Na-Na
Sick Boy Oooooo-Aaaaa-Ooooooo
Sick Boy Naaa-Naaa-Na-Na
Sick Boy Oooooo-Aaaaa-Ooooooo
He’s a Sick Boy
Such a Sick Boy
We’re all Sick Boys
I’m a Sick Boy
STRUCTURE:
intro
verse1
intro again
verse2
Corrections welcome
mike roark > «Man was matter, that was Snowden’s secret. Drop him out a window
> and he’ll fall. Set fire to him and he’ll burn. Bury him and he’ll
> rot like other kinds of garbage. The spirit gone, man is garbage.
> That was Snowden’s secret. Ripeness was all.» — J. Heller
