Saltfields (the Layman’s Ultimate 7-step Guide To A Life Of Poserdom: There’s Nothing We Can Do!) taby ukulele według Underscores (Chwyty barytonu)

A  Amaj7 F#m     A          D
Do-do, do-do, do-do-do-do-do
   G
Do-do, do-do, do do-do-do, do, do
A  Amaj7 F#m     A          D
Do-do, do-do, do-do-do-do-do
   G
Do-do, do-do, do do-do-do, do, do
A  Amaj7 F#m     A          D
Do-do, do-do, do-do-do-do-do

(There's nothing we can do... there's nothing we can do...)
   G
Do-do, do-do, do do-do-do, do, do

(There's nothing we can do... there's nothing we can do...)
A  Amaj7 F#m     A          D 
Do-do, do-do, do-do-do-do-do

(There's nothing we can do... there's nothing we can do...)
   G
Do-do, do-do, do do-do-do, do, do

       A           F#m
When I said I was boring
  D     G
I wasn't kidding, uh
A            F#m             D
This shit is worse than I thought
           G
(I thought, I thought, I thought, I thought)
     A         F#m      D     G
Your ex-boyfriend's a Jehovah's Witness
   A           F#m          D   G
But he goes as hard as he wants

(Wants, wants, wants, want...)

          E   F#m
Cause I'm paralyzed
         A          G
From all the wasted time that I spent
E     F#m       A          D
On my so called p-peace of mind and
  E            F#m         A         G
I wish I could help but my hands are tied

Huh, yeah
E             F#m
Have you had enough?
                 A
You want it bad enough?
                       E
Does it mean something to you?

                        A Amaj7 F#m A D G
There's nothing we can do!
                        A Amaj7 F#m A D G
There's nothing we can do!
                        A Amaj7 F#m A D G
There's nothing we can do!
                        A Amaj7 F#m A D G
There's nothing we can do!

                   A             F#m       D            G
I'd scare myself into a straightjacket and hospital tuck the corners of my bed
A                  F#m     D
I don't wanna hang out anymore
         G
('nymore, 'nymore, 'nymore, 'nymore)
         A                          F#m
I got my little black dress, and my high heels on
        D       G
And I'll dance around to my favorite songs, but
A              F#m            D  G
Could somebody else get the door?

(Door, door, door, door, door...)

          E   F#m
Cause I'm paralyzed
         A          G
From all the wasted time that I spent
E     F#m        A          D
On my so-called, p-peace of mind' and
  E            F#m         A         G
I wish I could help but my hands are tied

Huh, yeah
E                 F#m
But have you had enough?
                 A
You want it bad enough?
                      E
Do you have something to prove?

          E        F#m          A               G
Cause I'm sick and tired of you complaining and crying
             E      F#m     A           D
'Bout how the other fish in the sea are dying
  E            F#m         A         G
I wish I could help but my hands are tied

Uh, yeah
E                 F#m
But have you had enough?
                 A
You want it bad enough?
                       E
Does it mean something to you?


( A Amaj7 F#m A D G )#Glitches in and out

There's nothing we can do!

There's nothing we can do!

There's nothing we can do!

There's nothing we can do! (Why are you playing with that?)

There's nothing we can do! (Don't you remember why you're here?)

There's nothing we can do!

There's nothing we can do! (Come to da!...)

There's nothing we can do! (Oh my god... Did you hear that?)

There's nothing we can do!

There's nothing we can do!

(...Nothing we can do)