Technically A Failure Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[Dm]

[Verse 1]
[Dm]So you say,
you got a dollar to your name
You can still have your [Bm]days
[F]if you follow [G]my ways
[Am]But gott[Dm]a learn the rules before you go
The
Vagabond
Freeloader
Manifesto
So brush your teeth and wash your feet
Cause if you're gonna beg,
beg like the beggar's elite
And leave your pride by the wayside
Ain't no ego allowed when
you're beg[C]gin' for a [Dm]ride
Sub -free rider from the
L .A. zone
Technically a failure from
my skull to my toes
Born in the burbs but that
don't mean much
My pops is dead and gone
an[C]d mom's laid off
[Dm]And still as dumb as when I was
young and my looks don't kill
But my youth surfin' [F]and
now I got no [G]skills
[Dm]Yes, I'm broke, the brokest of the jokest
But keep my eyes [C]to the sky an
[Dm]d don't lo[G]se focus[Dm]
[C]Sta[Dm]y[F][Dm]
at
Mary's on
Monday
[F]On
Tuesday at
Sue's
Till
[Dm]Thursday I'm in the park but
eating my brother's stools
[F]Fri[Dm]day through
[F]Sunday in
Ventura where we burn it
Don't [Dm]have my own crib,
[F]I'm a [Dm]freeloading vermin
The less you [C]possess the
[F]more freedom you want
From your [C]skin [Dm]cells to the
depth[F]s of y[Dm]our soul
Whatever [F]happened to that son of mine?
I raised him from a pup,
but he's grown to be a swine
He's not preservable,
he's not respectable
Don't read his
Bible, just go to
Mex[G]ico
[F]The [Dm]less you possess[F] the
more freedom you want
But you're technically a failure from
your toes to your [C]dome[Dm][F]
I'm technically a failure
And it's [Dm]true, I don't work [Db]9 to 9
[F]And [C]sacrifice [F]my [Dm]life for [C]6 i[F]n a[C] dime
I'm [Dm]playing the game my own [F]way I don't
need too much [Dm]of nobody, and I got
no one to blame I don't know shit,
[F]I never had shit
I [C]don't [Dm]need shit, and I never want shit
[F]Most [Dm]of my dreams are of wande[F]ring
Not of [Dm]money and fame
and a blingety bling
Ain't [C]nobody left to im[F]press
[G]An d the less you possess [Dm]the
more freedom you want
[F]From the [Dm]marrow of your bones
to the depths of your [Am]soul
Free [Dm]to roam to places unknown
Could be inside of your dome
or through the alleys of
[Am]Rome
But [Dm]when I ride [F]by bus, [Dm]train, or plane
I need more than a nickel
for my travel campaign
So can you send me ten dollars to my
P .O. box?
I'll put it to good [F]use,
I mean it, I prom[C]ise[Dm]
The anatomy [F]of restlessness
Is the [C]way that I deal with my [Dm]stress
When the world [E]seems routine
and un[Dm]inspiring
The view out of [C]the window
with [F]dope and deen
I [Dm]split, va[F]cate, escape, evapor[C]ate
I migrate [F]south instead [Dm]of hibernate
The less you possess,
the more [F]freedom you want
[Dm]From your [G]skin cells to the
depths of your soul
[Am]Whatever [C]hap[F]pened to that son of mine?
I [Dm]raised him from a pup,
but he's grown to be a swine
He's not presentable,
[F]he's not respect[Dm]able
Obedi[G]ent is biblical, just go to
Mexico
The [Dm]less you possess,
the more freedom you want
[C]But you're technically a failure from your
toes to your [G]dome[Dm]
[F]Technically [Dm]a failure
I wander the world [C]in search [F]of nothing
Never know[C]ing what the
[F]future [Dm]will bring
From the tropics of [F]the desert to
Tallahassee
[Dm]I'll always be the wander[C]ing
[G]MC
[Dm]Riding the bus at [F]night to
avoid getting a room
[Dm]Looking out the window [C]at a
Per[Dm]uvian moon
A stepchild un[Db]known, I [C]roamed into
Lisbon
Became
Ithaca the fish daddy but still
[G]broke to the [F]bone
So [Dm]if I come to town don't stop
me on the street
Begging me to rhyme on
your beat[C]box weed
Seek[Dm]ing a spot to sleep
and something to [F]eat[Dm]
But if you got a sister between 18 and 44
In a free spot [F]on the
sofa back [Dm]in the corner
[C]I'l[Dm]l be your friend for a minute or two
I'm tired of sleeping on the [C]road
Cause I ain't got a [Dm]room
But I prefer not [F]to see the same faces daily
So understand if we meet [F]again
I'll [C]run like you got rabies
[F]Faces and [Dm]cat s and roaches [F]an d dogs
[Dm]I like old friends tha[F]t
you can't get rid [F]of
The [Dm]less you pos[F]sess the
more [Dm]freedom you want
From your skin cells to the depths
of your soul
Whatever happened to that son of mine?
I [C]raised him from a pup but he's
[F]grown to be a swine
[C]He's not present[F]able,
he's not respectable
Don't be a spy, [G]boy, just go to
Mexico
[C]The less you possess,
the more freedom you want
[Dm]But you're technically a f[C]ailure
from your [G]toes to your [Dm]toes
The less you possess,
more [F]freedom you want
[G]But you're technically a failure
from your toes to your toes
The [Dm]less you possess,
[C]the more freedom you want
But you're technically a [C]failure
from your toes to your [Dm]toes
The less you [F]possess,
the more freedom you want
But you're [G]technically a failure
from your toes to your [F]toes[F]
[C]
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