P.U.S.A

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Drove around 'til five o'clock, it was drivers day
            E
I drove the drivers way,
           D7                                      A
Now I must speed up get up wipe up everything I've got
              F#m              Bm                E
Wanna hit the pretty ice in my big city, with my big clichés
         D7
And if I get out, give up, get along with myself

(refrão)
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I've gotta get it on the dancefloor, baby where
       A           F#m       D    A
in the Post United States of America
            A              F#m      D        A
I've got my brotherhood to help me, take 'em there
       A           F#m        D   A
In the Post United States of America
       A           F#m        D    A
In the Post United States of America
       A           F#m         G         E
In the Post United States of Ameeeeeeeerica

(verso)
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 Police asked me where to go in a nowhereland
         E
I'm in a state of sand
         D7                                       A
And if I pray well, make hell, gee swell, I'll be OK
               F#m                       Bm                   E
Brothers on my right and left they don't give a shit 'bout my bottomless pit
    D7
And I know, I will turn 'em, all you mothers in'n'out

(refrão)
           A             F#m         D    A
I've gotta get it on the dancefloor, baby where
       A           F#m       D    A
in the Post United States of America
            A              F#m      D        A
I've got my brotherhood to help me, take 'em there
       A           F#m        D   A
In the Post United States of America
       A           F#m        D   A
In the Post United States of America
       A           F#m         G         E
In the Post United States of Ameeeeeeeerica

(solo)
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 A        F#m      D        A
 Love me, fool me, drink my wine in the
       A           F#m        D    A
in the Post United States of America
        A       F#m       D        A
I wanna go with those who live and dies
       A           F#m        D    A
in the Post United States of America
       A           F#m        D   A
In the Post United States of America
       A           F#m         G        E       A
In the Post United States of Ameeeeeeeeriiiiiiiica