Artist: Ye Banished Privateers
[VERSE]
I [Em]used to be a beggar man, [D]living on the streets,
[Am]beggin' all the [C]better men, to [B]help me get a meal.
But [Em]here's the thing with better men, [D]they're best at being mean.
So [C]I got fed with sticks and stones, that broke me [B]bones.
[VERSE]
So [Em]I became a wicker man, to [D]learn an honest trade,
[Am]asking all the [C]better men to [B]buy what I had made.
But [Em]here's the thing with better men, they're [D]good at being cheap
So [C]I got payed in kicks and spits,
and [B]sticks and stones that broke me bones.
[VERSE]
[Em]Sick of the receiving end, I [D]donned the headsman's hood,
[Am]Rum drunk and with [C]sword in hand, some [B]justice serve I would.
But [Em]here's the thing with better men, they [D]never lie quite still,
So [C]I got served with rotten eggs,
and [B]kicks and spits,
and [B]sticks and stones, that broke me bones.
[VERSE]
Then [Em]I become a mariner, in the [D]navy I enrolled
[Am]I learned from ranking [C]better men, to [B]do as I've been told.
But [Em]here's the thing with better men, it's [D]hard to make them pleased,
So [C]all I got was chains and rope
and [B]rotten eggs,
and [B]kicks and spits,
and [B]sticks and stones, that broke me bones.
[VERSE]
[Em]I begged, I worked, I fought so hard To [D]keep my conscience clean
But [Am]there is always [C]better men [B]Who will treat you mean
[Em]However hard you try my friend You'll [D]always fall out short
And [C]all you get is broken hope,
and [B]chains and rope,
and [B]rotten eggs,
and [B]kicks and spits,
and [B]sticks and stones, that will break your bones!
[VERSE]
(nonverbal)
[Em]Aaa[D]aa[Am]aaa[C]aa[B] ..[Em] . [D] [C]
[B]Go to hell!
[VERSE]
So [Em]now I am a buccaneer that [D]sail the seven seas,
[Am]preying on them [C]better men for [B]riches I can seize.
And [Em]if they think they're better still, I [D]bring them to their knees,
Then [C]I give them a taste of the old [B]keel and plank,
and [B]chains and rope,
and [B]rotten eggs,
and [B]kicks and spits,
and [B]sticks and stones, that will break their bones!
[VERSE]
(nonverbal)
[Em]Aaa[D]aa[Am]aaa[C]aa[B] ..[Em] . [D]
Then [C]I give them a taste of the old [B]keel and plank,
and [B]chains and rope,
and [B]rotten eggs,
and [B]kicks and spits,
and [B]sticks and stones, that will break their bones!
[Em]
I [Em]used to be a beggar man, [D]living on the streets,
[Am]beggin' all the [C]better men, to [B]help me get a meal.
But [Em]here's the thing with better men, [D]they're best at being mean.
So [C]I got fed with sticks and stones, that broke me [B]bones.
[VERSE]
So [Em]I became a wicker man, to [D]learn an honest trade,
[Am]asking all the [C]better men to [B]buy what I had made.
But [Em]here's the thing with better men, they're [D]good at being cheap
So [C]I got payed in kicks and spits,
and [B]sticks and stones that broke me bones.
[VERSE]
[Em]Sick of the receiving end, I [D]donned the headsman's hood,
[Am]Rum drunk and with [C]sword in hand, some [B]justice serve I would.
But [Em]here's the thing with better men, they [D]never lie quite still,
So [C]I got served with rotten eggs,
and [B]kicks and spits,
and [B]sticks and stones, that broke me bones.
[VERSE]
Then [Em]I become a mariner, in the [D]navy I enrolled
[Am]I learned from ranking [C]better men, to [B]do as I've been told.
But [Em]here's the thing with better men, it's [D]hard to make them pleased,
So [C]all I got was chains and rope
and [B]rotten eggs,
and [B]kicks and spits,
and [B]sticks and stones, that broke me bones.
[VERSE]
[Em]I begged, I worked, I fought so hard To [D]keep my conscience clean
But [Am]there is always [C]better men [B]Who will treat you mean
[Em]However hard you try my friend You'll [D]always fall out short
And [C]all you get is broken hope,
and [B]chains and rope,
and [B]rotten eggs,
and [B]kicks and spits,
and [B]sticks and stones, that will break your bones!
[VERSE]
(nonverbal)
[Em]Aaa[D]aa[Am]aaa[C]aa[B] ..[Em] . [D] [C]
[B]Go to hell!
[VERSE]
So [Em]now I am a buccaneer that [D]sail the seven seas,
[Am]preying on them [C]better men for [B]riches I can seize.
And [Em]if they think they're better still, I [D]bring them to their knees,
Then [C]I give them a taste of the old [B]keel and plank,
and [B]chains and rope,
and [B]rotten eggs,
and [B]kicks and spits,
and [B]sticks and stones, that will break their bones!
[VERSE]
(nonverbal)
[Em]Aaa[D]aa[Am]aaa[C]aa[B] ..[Em] . [D]
Then [C]I give them a taste of the old [B]keel and plank,
and [B]chains and rope,
and [B]rotten eggs,
and [B]kicks and spits,
and [B]sticks and stones, that will break their bones!
[Em]
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