'Guns (are for pussies)'
Performed by 311
From the album "311" on Capricorn Records
Music by:  C. Sexton
Lyrics by:  N. Hexum & D. Martinez
(c) 1995 Allegiance Music/Hydroponic Music BMI
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Tabbed by: Josh Tyson (jotyson@vt.edu)
Additions/Corrections by: Douglas E Binkley (binkldjm@icx.net)
                          Luc (diamondseaX@hotmail.com)
The 311 Guitar Archive -- http://chromosome.colorado.edu/311archive/


Riff 1 (w/Distortion):
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   N.C.
1:-------------------------------------------------------
2:-------------------------------------------------------
3:-------------------------------------------------------
4:-------------------------------------------------------
5:-0-4-0-4-5--5--0-4-0-4-5--5----------------------------
6:----------------------------0-2-0-2-3--3--0-2-0-2-3--3-

Riff 2 (w/Distortion):
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   N.C.
1:------------------------------------------------
2:------------------------------------------------
3:------------------------------------------------
4:------------------------------------------------
5:------------2----------------------2------------
6:-1--3--3-3-----3--3-3---1--3--3-3-----3--3-3--3-

   N.C.
1:-------------------------------------------------
2:-------------------------------------------------
3:-------------------------------------------------
4:-------------------------------------------------
5:------------2----------------------3--5--2--0----
6:-1--3--3-3-----3--3-3---1--3--3-3--------------3-

Chorus (w/Distortion):
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   N.C.
1:----------------------------
2:----------------------------
3:----------------------------
4:----------------------------
5:----------------------------
6:-0-5-0-0-5--5--0-3-2-0-2--2-

Ending (w/Distortion):
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   D5/A   F#5/C#->F5/C D5/A   F#5/C#->F5/C
1:----------------------------------------
2:----------------------------------------
3:----------------------------------------
4:-7-7-7--11-11-10-11--7-7-7--11-11-10-11-
5:-5-5-5--9--9--8--9---5-5-5---9--9--8--9-
6:-5-5-5--9--9--8--9---5-5-5---9--9--8--9-

   E5/B   F#5/C#->F5/C E5/B   F#5/C#->F5/C->E5/B 
1:---------------------------------------
2:---------------------------------------
3:---------------------------------------
4:-9-9-9--11-11-10-11--9-9-9--11-11-10-9-
5:-7-7-7---9--9--8--9--7-7-7---9--9--8-7-
6:-7-7-7---9--9--8--9--7-7-7---9--9--8-7-


Lyrics/Song Structure:
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---> Play Riff 1 over:
   Here comes the thunder down under, we're natural wonders
   Night falls when we leave all you feel is the hunger
   Sunrises of people all shapes and sizes
   Dig on the decade and realize it's funky
   No matter this rude boy stll got that swagger
   My ears have heard all these crews but we're badder
   Interracial, special, positive beings
   I am I be a cool awakwening
---> Play Riff 2 over:
   It's getting hectic the metrics the body electric
   Everybody in worn out blue jeans or tacky dresses
   This is the city we've reached we've come to
   Go unrecognized on the corner or make moves
   All the lights are red all the poets are dead
   A familiar nightmare appears in my head
   Times are a changin' myself I'm rearrangin'
   Dream eight-thousand-five-twelve all blazin'
---> Play Chorus (x2) over:
   Born to act out, paranoid with a gat
   Born to act out, think you know where it's at
   Born to act out, but you're lookin' like a sissie
   Born to act out, guns are for pussies
---> Play Riff 1 over:
   I'm not from Philly but some say I'm a blunt
   That's just the way I am and no I'm not going to front
   And yes I took a trip to find out about the ways of big
   City seedy bars and drugs that make you feel shitty
   Pretty older women in skirts conversation frisky
   Stinking cigarettes and plenty of bourbon whisky
   Sad classical music on the jukebox of doom
   Hollywood Blvd. Barfly frolic room
---> Play Riff 2 over:
   Tomb of lost souls some beyond salvage
   Some just having fun opening steam valvage
   I was one becoming the other hellbent to discover
   Had to pull up the reigns or else smother
   Take it brother all the way and then you're scared
   Don't want to be unprepared
   You're getting paranoid, and then guns are shared
   You guys think you're hard, but you're in fear of getting harmed
   I fear no man and I am unarmed
---> Play Chorus (x2) over:
   Born to act out, paranoid with a gat
   Born to act out, think you know where it's at
   Born to act out, but you're lookin' like a sissie
   Born to act out, guns are for pussies
---> Play Ending (x2)
---> End on E5 (022xxx)