Leatherface Plastic Surgery Ukulele chords

Plastic Surgery Ukulele by Leatherface

Plastic Surgery
Leatherface
From Dog Disco

Leatherface�s music is many things:  angular, guttural, complex, melody-
driven, rough, overlooked, amazing, layered, lyrical.   But it is not, as a
general rule, beautiful.  The exception is this song, far and away the 
standout track on Dog Disco, and a world away from the serrated guitars that 
animate Mush.  With its minimal percussion and simple, slinky bass slides, 
this song relies even more heavily than normal on Frankie Stubbs� lyricism 
and raspy delivery.  With Mush Leatherface can be credited with one of the 
greatest punk albums of all time (no hyperbole � just the truth), and while 
Dog Disco as a whole hardly reaches those heights �Plastic Surgery� itself 
ranks as one of the band�s best moments.


Intro:

A F#m D A     A F#m D-A-D-A-D-A*

*A note about this back-and-forth progression, since it�s important: this is 
most easily (and probably correctly) played with first-position chords, and 
is a very quick change that resembles a triplet beat on each chord.  It�s 
repeated throughout the song, so you have plenty of chances to hear it as 
you listen.  This tab doesn�t include any rhythm information, so you�ll have 
to listen to the song anyway just to put things together correctly.


A___________________________F#m____________D____________A
My dear you said you sent a letter to me.  Never got it anyway.
A___________________F#m___________D
Playin� that guilty game is all I want to do.	
A                            F#m                   D                  
Now I lie awake with tequila sunrise, feeling like shit � 
A                             
Surprise, surprise � 
A               F#m     D-A-D-A-D-A		
by your lack of impiety.
(Chorus)	  	   A	          Bm   	       D
And there�s really never been a day-dream didn�t leave me smilin�.
	        A	          Bm	          D		
And as I get old all I see makes less sense to me. 
                                         A	          Bm                D
And there�s really never been a day-dream didn�t leave me smilin�.
		A	Bm				D	
There�s never been a dream, not even a wet dream, left me for him. 
(Etc.)
There�s something plastic surgery about this thing called a  CD,
Something status quo �bout a rolled-up one pound note.
There�s something a bit false teeth, you say, never brushed them anyway.

There�s something credit note �bout the age that you can vote.
Now Dear, you said you sent a letter to me.  I think I got it but I threw it away.
 Something squeaky clean that makes me�.

(Chorus)
There�s really never been a day-dream didn�t leave me smilin�.
And as I get old all I see makes less sense to me. 
And there�s really never been a day-dream didn�t leave me smilin�.
There�s never been a dream, not even a dream, left me for him.

End slide (note names): D E F# A