I Set The Sea On Fire - Tastes Like Funk

      [Intro]
E A B x4

[Verse]
E                        E
I'm gonna sing my blues, to the rattle of a sidewinder
E                          E
Sing it to insomniac kids, and set their heads on fire
E                             E
So turn that gain way higher, it'll help you find your blue skies sunny eyes
E                                  E
And while the whole street sleeps, you and I


[Chorus]
E                             A                            B
Get blazed, get blazed and we raise a glass for the end of days
E
I could have been anything I could have been a saint
           A                        B
But in the end, we all die just the same
E
And when I'm dead I'm dead and I'm done
      A                        B
All I wanna say is that it was fun
        E
Cause I 'ain't no hippie and I ain't no punk
      A                         B
But I love that tastes cause it tastes like funk

E A B x2

[Verse]
E                                  E
Let there be peace on Mother Earth, and God will save the Queen
E                                           E
And then we'll move it to the promised land, in the back of a blacked out limousine
E                                  E
Do it for your gray lunged martyrs, and do it for your twisted spine Fathers
E                             E
Do it for your ha-ha heroics, of the unsung poet


[Chorus]
E                             A                            B
Get blazed, get blazed and we raise a glass for the end of days
E
I could have been anything I could have been a saint
           A                        B
But in the end, we all die just the same
E
And when I'm dead I'm dead and I'm done
      A                        B
All I wanna say is that it was fun
        E
Cause I 'ain't no hippie and I ain't no punk
      A                         B
But I love that tastes cause it tastes like funk


E                             A                            B
Get blazed, get blazed and we raise a glass for the end of days
E
I could have been anything I could have been a saint
           A                        B
But in the end, we all die just the same
E
And when I'm dead I'm dead and I'm done
      A                        B
All I wanna say is that it was fun
        E
Cause I 'ain't no hippie and I ain't no punk
      A                         B
But I love that tastes cause it tastes like funk


E                             A                            B
Get blazed, get blazed and we raise a glass for the end of days
E
I could have been anything I could have been a saint
           A                        B
But in the end, we all die just the same
E
And when I'm dead I'm dead and I'm done
      A                        B
All I wanna say is that it was fun
        E
Cause I 'ain't no hippie and I ain't no punk
      A                         B
But I love that tastes cause it tastes like funk