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Date: Thu, 29 Feb 1996 18:01:35 -0800 (PST)
From: Evan MALVOLIO Hulka 
Subject: CRD: Straight From the Jacket -- No Use For A Name


SONG NAME: Straight From The Jacket
ARTIST: No Use For A Name
ALBUM: Leche Con Carne
YEAR: 1995
TABBED BY: Malvolio

"Straight From The Jacket" -- No Use For A Name

(Ever noticed how much this song sounds like Bad Religion's "Infected"?
Exact same chords and Tony Sly sounds like Greg Graffin with elastic
vocal chords. Small wonder NUFAN were called a "Rad Beligion" band by
some guy in a zine... which doesn't at all mean they suck. Both bands
kick ass.)

A         F           C              G
So sorry son, you're worrying your mother
A        F              G                E
No explanation's gonna make it seem all right
A      F    C             G
Young boy listen to your father
      A                    F         A            G
It's more than just your life, it's more than suicide

F            G                A                             G
How does it feel when you're looking down the barrel of a loaded gun?

                 A               F              C             G
Tell me how it feels -- did you see your life flash right before your eyes
A              F                G                E
Stop playing games and get yourself up off the floor
A      F               C                G
Young boy we're gonna send you to the lions
     A                   F         A            G
The men all dressed in white when you become undone
F            G             A                                    G
How does it feel, well I might have brought you up but you are not my son
                 A   F  A  F  A  F  G  E **
Tell me how it feels

(** this part is some kind of solo which I'm too lazy to tab but just
play these chords)

F         E (low)          A                G
So many times I tried to bring you up you brought me down
F           E           A    G
I won't consider you again
F            E               A                 G              F
Stop looking at me like you care I worked my fingers to the bone
               E                A    G
I'm not your father or your friend
           F                                     G
Well you might have lived here once but this is not your home
                 A    (same part as before)
Tell me how it feels

(another verse which I forget)

F            G         C          B
How does it feel ... how does it feel?
F             G                A                            G
How does it feel when you're looking down the barrel of a loaded gun

Note: This is not perfect, OK sue me.

E. Hulka


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