The Arrogant Sons of Bitches - Melon Country

      
 
 MAD PROPS to aleckillscobra for originally tabbing this song.
 I play an acoustic by myself, however, and lyrics are important to me.
 Here is a chord sheet.
 
 I can't seem to decide whether to play Am-Ab or A-Abm or just Ab-A
 just feel it.
 
 (E B A Ab A B)x2
 
      E                       B          A   
 Well its OK to want, but its less OK to need
          Ab                                A                  B   
 'Cause I started to get greedy, that's the last thing I would need
 E B A 
  
       Ab                                                                 
 Getting comfortable with all my friends, finding no need tooooooo explore
                               A                   B             
 and now I wanna get away from life ('cause I'm so fucking bored)
 E                                 B                  A  
 Did you ever get the feeling your trying put out the sun
      Ab                             A            B  
 With nothing but a pink and plastic broken water gun
       E                            B                  A          
 Yeah, trying to extinguish all the angst that I don't need inside
   Ab                           A              B          
 I wanna get away from life and do something before I die.
 
 E      B             
 ...Its so monotonous.
 Ab     A           
 ...The daily grind:
   F#m                         Ab A                                     
 I get up, wake up, go to work or don't, maybe hang out with my friends,
      E                                     
 then bed. Time I spend has become frivolous
 Ab                                F#m   
 ...Writing songs that no one understands
                      A            E    
 but plenty will feel obliged to berate.
 
                   B    
 So one day I went nuts.
 A Ab A 
   
 B            E                                                          
 I don't remember exactly how it happened but now my mind doesn't like me
                 B             A         
 Seeking therapy never was the way for me
   Ab                                
 I got fucked and bounced right back,
 A               B             E     
 ...music was supposed to be a haven.
                 B               A             
 Yeah, but now I wonder was it a waste of time.
 Ab                 A                   B        E      
 Should I institute mind withvimandvigorseekinga future.
              B             A  
 Yeah, when I figure it all out
      Ab                            A              B    
 I'll create a flux capacitator and travel back in time.
 
 GO!
               Ab     
 I'd leave you behind,
        F#m                               A                        
 but my empty closet bookshelf mind finds it so hard to say goodbye
 
   E                       
 --What I think I wanna do.
        B   
 --A guitar.
 --A case of rancid flu.
     F#m                        
 --A burnt up photograph of you.
     A                         
 And soon I will be leaving you
 
 
    C#m             Ab             A             B   
 It never made much sense to me to celebrate the rain
 
 The odds are stacked up against us.
 It may help but there's still pain.
 So as I sit in the cold and wet writing waiting for a sign
 My eyes light up with a ray of hope
 She'll never again get to be mine.
 
   C#m    Ab         A                  B  
 I died inside now I don't know what to do.
 
 I died and I thought that you would help me.
           C#m    Ab          A           B   
 There's a fire inside when I say this to you.
 C#m    Ab  A    B   E    
 You're not mine any more.
 
 Well it's funny how it all works out this time isn't it, you heartless bitch?
 (BITCH!)
 And don't think I really care if you give me a phone call anymore or even talk to me...
 'Cuz if you give me some meaningless obligatory pity-based friendship that doesn't
 really mean anything, just like your life and mine, you're the only one who's got a friend
 tomorrow in the fucking morning.
 
 
 E                            B      A       
 ...You lost your chance with selfishness but
    Ab                A        B       
 It all comes back to the same problem.
 E                B          A   
 I am lonely, but don't want you.
                Ab            
 Someday you'll feel this too.
               A       B          
 Your problems I can't solve them.
 E                   B             A             Ab           
 I'll be gone with a damp piece of paper reading your address.
 A          B         E       
 Maybe I'll write you someday.
 
 B A Ab A 
    
 B     E                                                  
 I thought I'd call but the mechanisms won't let me submit
 
 (ooohhhh, oooooohhh, ooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhh)