King Of Little Magazines Chords

[Verse 1]
A                     G
Born into this just a mad dog from hell
D                   G               D
Born unto those who danced with the devil well
A                    G
streets of skid row, bitchin for a fight
D                      G                D
whores and the bottle, creatures of the night
A                 G
pen to the paper, like the sores on his face
D                    G                  D
stories oozed venom, naked truth of our race
A                 G
wrote until dawn, alone in his room
D                   G              D
pages of pain, tore scabs from his wounds
 
 
[Chorus]
G                         D    
Some things you can't out run, 
                      A
they just wait in the dark
G                             D    
They put him down, kicked him out, 
                      A
but couldn't kill his spark
G                  D     
Written words took birth 
                     A
from his typewritin' machine
 
 
[Bridge]
E                          G
Blew their minds, cut them to their knees
E                         G
from San francisco to the LA beat
A                    G              D   A    G D
They crowned him the king of little magazines
A                    G              D   A    G D
They crowned him the king of little magazines
 
 
[Verse 2]
A                   G
Who are you really, can we come in
D                       G              D
If you have the answer, can we be your friend
A                  G
Fame has a stench, crowds can't ignore
D                       G              D
They tore at his flesh, begged him for more
 
 
[Chorus]
G                         D    
Some things you can't out run, 
                      A
they just wait in the dark
G                             D    
They put him down, kicked him out, 
                      A
but couldn't kill his spark
G                  D     
Written words took birth 
                     A
from his typewritin' machine
 
 
[Bridge]
E                          G
Blew their minds, cut them to their knees
E                         G
from San francisco to the LA beat
A                    G              D   A    G D
They crowned him the king of little magazines
A                    G              D   A    G D
They crowned him the king of little magazines
 
 
[Verse 3]
A                         G
He laid down before them, looked up and smiled
D                          G              D
Hank didn't care if he was loved or defiled
A                         G
Said take it or leave it, dare to get close
D                           G              D
Then try and hide, from the truth that you know
 
 
[Chorus]
G                         D    
Some things you can't out run, 
                      A
they just wait in the dark
G                             D    
They put him down, kicked him out, 
                      A
but couldn't kill his spark
G                  D     
Written words took birth 
                     A
from his typewritin' machine
 
 
[Bridge]
E                          G
Blew their minds, cut them to their knees
E                         G
from San francisco to the LA beat
A                    G              D   A    G D
They crowned him the king of little magazines
A                    G              D   A    G D
They crowned him the king of little magazines
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