Sold My Soul(Chords)

	        BPM: 135 

Intro 
A A  A A G 
A A  A A G 

Verse 1:
A  A    A       A    G 
Yeah, I sold my soul, 
  A                                              G 
I sold it for a bottle of José Cuervo and a microphone, 
A 
Hoping to bring you the finest of shows, 
G         A                A     G 
Whether I do or don't, who knows, 
A               A   G 
Yeah, I sold my soul, 
  A                                A      G 
I sold it for a bag of brown rice, Aldi?s own, 
  A                                 A 
I cooked it up and let my bones get strong, 
G      A            A   G# 
If you did, did not know. 

 
E  D  C  A 
Woah . . ., 
A 
This life we live has no face, believe, 
E  D  C   A 
Woah . . ., 
A 
Exercise my right to fucking bleed. 


Interlude 
A A  A A G 
A A  A A\E 
      (slide from A bar chord each fret down till the E chord) 

Verse 2:
A  A    A       A    G 
Yeah, I sold my soul, 
  A                                               G 
I sold it to a shady fuck for a car down the road, 
    A 
The car doesn't even work but it's one, 
                 G     A             A     G 
More non working car I have that you don't, 
A               A   G 
Yeah, I sold my soul, 
  A                           A      A   A     G 
I sold it for happiness and a joyful day left alone, 
A                    A 
I got fucking ripped off, 
G        A                  A 
'Cause I feel like shit now so. 


E  D  C  A 
Woah . . ., 
A 
This life we live has no face, believe, 
E  D  C   A 
Woah . . ., 
A 
Exercise my right to fucking bleed. 
E                      D 
(Woah) I know you love it 
C                     A 
Are you gonna spit me out? 
A 
I'll paint the picture, tell myself I need the cloud, 
E  D  C  A 
Woah . . ., 
A 
This life we have has no face, believe. 


Bridge:
A 
The legit life isn't what it seems, 
A 
I'm not a man who can say his past activities gleam with pride, 
A 
And even though I've tried to live the good life, 
A 
Being brought up with a silver spoon hasn't taught me to provide, 
A 
A tendency to make a mile when there's an inch to offer, 
  E                               C 
I don't have time to help another brother, 
                       A 
Stuck in limbo between satisfying my own greed and someone else's bleed, 
                      E 
A guy like me needs excitement, 
                             C 
When I thirst, it's like I'm blind to the world around me, 
        A 
Mother, father, if you hear me, please, 
   A                         A 
An ideal boy is not what you made me. 


 E 
(Woah) I know you love it, 
C                     A 
How you wanna spit me out? 
A 
I'll paint the picture, tell myself I need the cloud, 
E  D  C  A 
Woah . . ., 
A 
This life we have has no face, believe. 


Outro 
A A  A A 
A A  A A 
A A  A A 
A A  A A