| Desperate Times |
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Alternate chording
Last night i dreamt of you, abbie hoffman peddling your books,
I gave five bucks to you, the other kids just gave you dirty looks.
I said "i'm sorry it didn't work out quite the way you planned."
You said, "that's silly boy, the revolution is at hand."
And if you got a ten spot brother, i got a dime,
These are desperate, desperate times.
Last night i dreamt of you, pepe lopez strung out on a stage,
It don't even look like you, smiling like sawed-off twenty gauge.
I still remember the telecaster down around your knees,
It's late november and i think i smell tequila on the breeze.
And if you got the cuervo honey, i got the lime,
These are desperate, desperate times.
And if you got the shotgun honey, i got the crime,
These are desperate, desperate times.
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