When playing the C, alternate with G my moving your top fingers to the G position; standard folk
thing to do.
C
If it's true, oh, what they say
F
That good things come to those who wait
G F
Then how exactly do you explain
C G C
All those poor, dumb bastards in L.A.
C
They came for stardom
They came for fame
F
Now they got holes inside their brains
G F
From freebasing cocaine
C G C
All those poor, dumb bastards in L.A.
C
They're ghosts and robots
Complacent broads
F
And all the girls have implants
And they're all blonde
G F
There are no sunsets, there are no dawns
C G C
In that sad, sad place they call L.A.
Take it away, Nick
Do a whistle solo
C, F, G, F, C, G, C (as in the verse pattern)
[Whistles]
C
They came for stardom
They came for fame
F
And they've got holes in their brains
G F
From freebasing cocaine
C G C
Those poor, dumb bastards in L.A.
C G C
Those poor, dumb bastards in L.A.
F G C
In that sad, sucky shithole they call L.A.
