Spinnaker (The Park Bench Rant)
Wedding Ring
Capo on the first fret
Tabbed by Zack Richardson
Intro- C
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I sat next to a man on a park bench next to a hotdog stand he said,
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catch the dragons tail if you can. its a rush man!
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its a bad plan but if you get your fix maybe the fifth or sixth time
its a life its a lie.
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I said Im through with coke he said you want some dope?
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I choked and said I meant the drink man, what did you think man?
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and we sat on your front steps I killed a bug with a cigarette
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and you told about your first hit and I felt bad, I felt bad.
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I said this one needs a chorus, maybe a sludgy number with some minor chords
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that they can tap their toes to, and not get bored because it rhymes.
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then I gave this ring to you in hopes that wed stay gold till we grow old
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abby lee come away with me.
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lets get lost and maybe be happy someday have a house
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with trees on a lane so shady I know its sappy
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and I got up and went for a walk got down the block
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got stung by a wasp she was mid-fifties
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white anglo-saxon square theyre not going anywhere.
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got into a fist and cuff with my boss. I lost. he was pretty tough
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so I left and dropped my smoke. felt like a joke, felt like a joke
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and I stumbled down my street on two broken feet past the bank
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who I forgot to thank for their correspondence found out I was broke.
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in fact worst then broke they can pinch and poke and push the yoke
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while the rich man laughs oh what a gas oh what a funny f****d up joke
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and I passed a black man with a blank stare we share the same air doesnt
seem fair
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that the poor get no healthcare while the rich and bald can buy new hair,
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its f****d!
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no mister I dont mean to stare at your brand new car no you dont care
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we can go to war, or if your wifes a whore. f**k the poor! you snooze, your
sore!
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all they do is snore thats why I lock my front door and if somethings lost
you just
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call the cops, call the cops while people just want jobs where they dont
get robbed
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who do we call, when you get robbed.
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who really scores all the dirty drugs is it the rich or thugs? I can tell
you that it
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aint the poor. mister keep your stocks and shares, corner offices and
executive chairs
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I broke my last red cent for my womans love
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and mister I cant pay the rent this month, no mister I cant pay the rent
this month
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