Song: Degenerate
Band: Blink-182
Album: Dude Ranch (1997)
Chords used:
E-----------------------
B-----------------------
G--3---10---8---5-------
D--3---10---8---5---3---
A--1----8---6---3---3---
E-------------------1---
Bb Fii Eb C F
[Verse:]
Bb Fii Eb C (4x)
Then play verse riff 4x:
E----------------------------------
B----------------------------------
G----3-------2--------3-------2----
D------3-------3----1---3-------3--
A--1------------------------3------
E----------1-----------------------
[Chorus:]
Bb F Eb Fii (2x)
Chorus Riff:
E----------------------------------------------
B----------------------------------------------
G--3-2-----3-2-5-3-2-3-5-(Played 2x, then)-3r--
D------5-3-------------------------------------
A----------------------------------------------
E----------------------------------------------
After playing the Chorus riff after the 2nd chorus, go into solo:
(p-pull off)
E-------------------------------------------------------
B--3-4-6-4-3-4b---3---3-4-3-----------------------------
G---------------5---5-------5-3-3-2---3p2-----3p2-------
D-----------------------------------5-----5-3-----5-3---
A-------------------------------------------------------
E-------------------------------------------------------
(con't.)
E--------------------
B--------------------
G--------------------
D-0-1-1-3-3-1-0------
A---------------1r---
E--------------------
Lyrics:
Crossed the street, naked at night. Bent over to show some moonlight.
Pulled out some beer and I gulped it down. Nude in a gutter is how I was
found. Thrown in a police car and the door slammed. No noise just silence
as I screamed my dick was jammed. Now in prison for one month, no one to
see. All I got is this guy, Ben Dover.
Don't like hesh, don't like rap, kicked ol' sally cause she's fat, I'm a
jerk, I'm a punk, took a shower cause
I stunk, smoked a bong, killed a cat, had my nuts attacked by rats. Dad
got nude, I wore a thong, for a hobby I make bombs.
Went to a farm, to tip some cows. Forgot that I left my pants down. Bent
over to pick them up, felt a 12-guage, next to my hum-diddy dum. The
farmer took me to his house, showed me the closet from the inside out.
The police came, and took me away, saw Ben Dover again, he's still gay.