Quixoticelixer Tabulatur von Red Hot Chili Peppers

# Intro
Bm Fm Bm Fm

# Verse 1
Bm
Kick back a little bit just to watch and see
Fm
Getting sicker by the minute with debauchery
Bm
Whatever your pleasure I'm your punk
Fm
On the brink of sinking, baby, but not yet sunk
Bm
How I listened, lo' when you told me
Fm
That I was all you had to hold
E
I wish it was so when you told me that you were solid gold

# Verse 2
Bm
Gravity-free is she, look at her
Fm
Hottest on the map she's full of anti-matter
Bm
You never left a very mellow impression
Fm
Your smell, or your "go to hell" expression
Bm
Quixoticelixer might
Fm
But it will probably not fix your bite
E
Tell me now, tell me how did I get your lipstick on my kite

# Chorus
D             F#m
I love this weather
A              E
It's a perfect storm
D              F#m
Just keep it coming
A              E
In its perfect form
D              F#m
I love this weather
A              E
'Cause it keeps me warm
D              F#m
Just keep it coming
A              E
In its perfect form

# Verse 3
Bm
Everyday depression in a beautiful dress, oh
F#m
Lady made a beautiful mess I guess
Bm
Dedicated mind did a medicated state
F#m
Is a highly overrated fate
Bm
Terrible is a soul
F#m
When she told me there is such a thing
E
Did you know that you glow when you go from winter into spring

# Chorus
D             F#m
I love this weather
A              E
It's a perfect storm
D              F#m
Just keep it coming
A              E
In its perfect form
D              F#m
I love this weather
A              E
'Cause it keeps me warm
D              F#m
Just keep it coming
A              E
In its perfect form

# Bridge
D                   F#m
The madder the boy, the sadder the song
A                        E
That's a wicked fate but the sick get strong
D        F#m
Mad boy, sad song
A                        E
A wicked fate, but the sick get strong
D                  F#m
Nobody's right and everyone's wrong
A                   E
I refuse to punt on fourth and long
D
Mad boy, sad song
C#7
Wicked fate but the sick get...

# Interlude
Bm Fm (x2)

# Verse 1
Bm
Kick back a little bit just to watch and see
Fm
Getting sicker by the minute with debauchery
Bm
Whatever your pleasure I'm your punk
Fm
On the brink of sinking, baby, but not yet sunk
Bm
How I listened, lo' when you told me
Fm
That I was all you had to hold
E
I wish it was so when you told me
That you were solid gold

# Outro
F#       A       D     C#       E   B
I swear to god I could not hurt you
F#       A       D     C#       E   B
I've got to be inside your virtue
F#       A       D     C#       E   B
I can't contain my urge to search you
# E B (x4)

F#       A       D     C#       E   B
I stand before you there's no curfew
F#       A       D     C#       E   B
I long to be inside your virtue
F#       A       D     C#       E   B
My heart is swollen when I search you
# E B (x4)

F#       A       D     C#       E   B
I swear to god I could not hurt you
F#       A       D     C#       E   B
My heart is swollen when I search you
F#       A       D     C#       E   B
I swear to god I could not hurt you
# E B (x4)

F#       A       D     C#       E   B
I swear to god I could not hurt you
F#       A       D     C#       E   B
I've got to be inside your virtue
F#       A       D     C#       E   B
I can't contain my urge to search you
# E B (x4)

F#       A       D     C#       E   B (x3)
# E B (x4)

F#       A       D     C#       E   B (x3)
# E B (x4)

# E B (x2)
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