All My Friends Are Nobodies

Am F C G
Am F Am F
Am F C G
Am F C G


[Verse 1]
Am                        F
To all my friends who are just like me
C                  G
Another cog in the big machine
Am                    F
Another victim of the industry
C                  G
It just don’t mean nothing to me
Am                  F
To all the lost who have had enough
C                     G
To everybody that has given up
Am                     F
Life is tough, are you tough enough?
C                  G
It just don’t mean nothing to me


[Pre-Chorus]
C
Got a belly full of that pesticide
C
Yeah, ain’t it cool? We were born to die
C
Halleluja! Chica chica ride
C
Gonna full ya with them white lines


[Chorus]
          Am                 F
To all my friends who’ve had enough
              C                    G
If you should fall, we’ll pick you up
          Am                    F
To all my friends who’ve had it rough
              C                    G
If you should fall, we’ll pick you up
               Am  F  C  G
We’ll pick you up


[Verse 2]
Am                        F
To all my friends who are just like me
C                     G
Another face, another nobody
Am                     F
Lies are cheap but the truth ain’t free
C                  G
It just don’t mean nothing to me
Am                         F
To all the ones who aren’t good enough
C                       G
To everybody that don’t measure up
Am                     F
Life is rough, are you rough enough?
C                  G
It just don’t mean nothing to me


[Pre-Chorus]
C
Got a belly full of that pesticide
C
Yeah, ain’t it cool? We were born to die
C
Halleluja! Chica chica ride
C
Gonna full ya with them white lines


[Chorus]
          Am                 F
To all my friends who’ve had enough
              C                    G
If you should fall, we’ll pick you up
          Am                    F
To all my friends who’ve had it rough
              C                    G
If you should fall, we’ll pick you up
               Am  F  C  G  C
We’ll pick you up


[Interlude]
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[Bridge]
C
Smoke em if ya got em
C
Cuz we're not to be forgotten
C
A broke future don't mean our hearts gotta turn rotten
C
Our backs tied to a land slide got us crawling
C
Callin’ out to the lost and the fallen


[Outro]
          Am                  F
To all my friends who’ve had enough
               C                   G
If you should fall, we’ll pick you up

          Am                 F
To all my friends who’ve had enough
              C                    G
If you should fall, we’ll pick you up
          Am                    F
To all my friends who’ve had it rough
              C                    G
If you should fall, we’ll pick you up
               Am  F  C  G
We’ll pick you up
               Am  F  C  G  C
We’ll pick you up