Social Disease

D                     G             D
My bulldog is barking in the backyard
D7   G                                 E7
Enough to raise a dead man from his grave
      D                               B
And I can't concentrate on what I'm doing
B7     E7                          A
Disturbance going to crucify my days

        D                                D7
And the days they get longer and longer
D7      G7                        E7/9-  E7
And the nightime is a time of little use
        D                 B7
For I just get ugly and older
E7                    A7      A7+         D
I get juiced on Mateus and just hang loose

Chorus
Bm                                         G7
And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning
Bm                                 G7
I get bombed for dinner time and tea
       D                     A              G
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time
        D            A7                  D   G    D
I'm a genuine example of a social disease

D                             D7
My landlady lives in a caravan
D7      G7                        E7/9-  E7
Well that is when she isn't in my arms
      D                               B7
And it seems I pay the rent in human kindness
E7                            E7+         A   G   D
But my liquor also helps to grease her palm

        D                                D7
And the ladies are all getting wrinkles
D7      G7                        E7/9-  E7
And they're falling apart at the seams
        D                 B7
Well I just get high on tequila
E7                    A7      A7+         D
And see visions of vineyards in my dreams

Chorus to End