Rozdíly ve verzích písničky Bad day

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Název Bad day Bad day
Interpret R.E.M. R.E.M.
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  #. A [F]public service a[C]nnouncement followed me [Bm]home the other day.   I [F]paid it never[C]mind.[Gm] Go Away.   [F]Shits so thick you could [C]stir it with a stick-free [Bm]Teflon whitewashed presidency.   [F]We're sick of being [C]jerked around, [Gm]wear that on your sleeve.      BRIDGE:   [C]Broadcast me a joyful noise un[Dm]to the times,[Bm] lord, count your[C] blessings.   We're sick of being [Dm]jerked [Bm]around we[Am] all fall[C] down.    #. Have you [F]ever seen the [C]televised [Bm]St. vitus subcommittee prize In[F]vestigation [C]dance? Those [Gm]ants in pants glances. Well,[F]look behind the [C]eyes. It's a [Bm]hallowed hollow anesthetized [F]"save my own ass, [C]screw these guys" [Gm]smoke and mirror lock down. #. Have you ever seen the televised St. vitus subcommittee prize Investigation dance? Those ants in pants glances. Well,look behind the eyes. It's a hallowed hollow anesthetized "save my own ass, screw these guys" smoke and mirror lock down.      BRIDGE: [C]Broadcast me a joyful noise un[Dm]to the times, [Bm]lord, count your [C]blessings. The Papers wouldn't [Dm]lie! I [Bm]sigh, Not [Am]one more. [C] Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord, count your blessings. The Papers wouldn't lie! I sigh, Not one more.     --->   Ref: 2x  It's [C]been a [F]bad day. [C]Please don't [Gm]take a picture. It's been a [F]bad day. [C]Please.[Gm] It's been a bad day. Please don't take a picture. It's been a bad day. Please.    #. We're [F]dug in deep the [C]price is steep. The [Bm]auctioneer is such a creep. The [F]lights went out, the [C]oil ran dry we [Gm]blamed it on the other guy. [F]Sure, all men are [C]created equal. [Bm]Heres the church, heres the steeple. [F]Please stay tuned-we [C]cut to sequel. [Gm]Ashes, ashes, we all fall down. #. We're dug in deep the price is steep. The auctioneer is such a creep. The lights went out, the oil ran dry we blamed it on the other guy. Sure, all men are created equal. Heres the church, heres the steeple. Please stay tuned-we cut to sequel. Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.      BRIDGE:   Ref:   Bridge:   Ref: