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Crabbuckit Tab

by K-os


“Crabbuckit” – K-os
{Chords by Joan’s Genius 2009}

Chord Pattern is Gm F Eb D throughout the entire song 

Intro:     x6

Verse 1:
                     
Took a trip on a bus that didn't know
                            
Met a girl sellin' drinks at the disco
                          
Said truth comes back when you let it go
                                   
Seems complicated ‘cause it's really so simple
                          
Walkin' down Yonge Street on a Friday
                           
Can't follow them, gotta do it my way
                      
No fast lane, still on the highway
                                  
Movin' in and out, no doubt there's a brighter way

Chorus: (do this 2x)
                                
No time to get down cause I'm moving up
                                
No time to get down cause I'm moving up
                                
No time to get down cause I'm moving up
                                 
Aaaahhhhh, check out the crabs in the bucket

Verse 2:
                                         
It's like flies on the windscreen, writing on walls
                                    
Square biz clones claim they're havin’ a ball
                               
Foolin' themselves just before last call
                             
Tic--tic--toc, tic--tic--toc
                                   
Clock strikes twelve, clock strikes one
                                  
Smoking gun put these fools on the run
                      
I know it's not that simple
                     
I know it's not that hard where to go

(repeat Chorus) 

Verse 3:
                                      
It's a conniption, fit from the microphone flit
                                              
I take it higher like a bird on a wire, retire the fire
                            
I never cause I'm just moving on up
                                     
Choosin' to touch the unseen, craving the clutch
                           
The most inevitable legible pyromania
                                      
Slayin’ the devil, and sendin’ him back to Transylvania
                                        
Strangely enough, I evolved that side of the ghetto
                                           
But my heavy metal will settle the puppets like Gepetto
                           
Damn if mirrors were created by sand
                                             
Then I'm looking in the water for reflections of man
                                     
Understand the minds above time when it's empty
                             
Emcee, Tragically Hip “Ahead by a Century”

(repeat Chorus)