Moral Of The Story by Watsky Guitar Chords

Moral Of The Story by Watsky Guitar Chords

[Hook]
D F 

A#
And the moral of the story is
D F 

A#
And the moral of the story is
D                          F
(Work!) till your arms fall off
          A#
Till your abs get hard and your bone'€™s all soft
     D                         F
(Just WORK!) till your hands go numb
         A#
And they cramp and the fans in the stands go dumb

[Verse 1]
  D                                           C
I write till my fingers look like a bouquet of roses
A#
You gotta bring yourself your flowers now in show biz
D                                    C
Focus it'€™s Quiet Coyote come on let's go kids
A#
Everybody get together with a study buddy
         A#
And then talk about the fucks that I don'€™t give
D                 C
Because it€'s so big and explosive
A#
But a lotta people don't live, they don't ever get a motive
D                                         C
If you got a goal you gotta hold onto what hope is
A#
If I didn'€™t have it I would ask you where the rope is
D                           C
Work is my church and so the studio'€™s the closest
          A#
I spit it sick until my cootie flow'€™s the grossest
D                         C
Don€'t be so pissed just be focused on your own shit
          A#
'€˜Cause we Super-californialistic-sexy-and-we-knows-it
D                   C
You're not my biness, I go for number one, not a top five finish
A#
You can have a chicken pot pie
                           A#                                  D
But I€'m thinking that I'm gonna have another can of Popeye'€™s spinach
                  C
I'm a Rottweiler, pop my collar when I pop my fur
       A#
You're on my nerves, mark my words
                                        D
Gotta put a leg up and then mark my turf

[Hook]
D F 
Work       
A#
And the moral of the story is
D F 
Work       
A#
And the moral of the story is
D                          F
(Work!) till your arms fall off
          A#
Till your abs get hard and your bone'€™s all soft
     D                         F
(Just WORK!) till your hands go numb
         A#
And they cramp and the fans in the stands go dumb

[Verse 2]
D                                         C
Work until I'm black and yellow black and yellow, worker bee
A#
I just work until I'm black and blue and burgundy
D                                       C
Burgundy, work until I earn that rich mahogany
A#
Honestly, can'€™t you tell I'm working, bitch don'€™t bother me
D                C
Show some modesty, if you'€™re watching me
  A#
A bitch is anybody in my way it's not misogyny
D                             C
But if your blockin'€™ me I will soon defeat you
       A#
I will build a bridge above you, or I'll tunnel underneath you
       D                               C
I will eat you and excrete you and I'll feed you to the flowers
     A#
If I need to I'll go through you and absorb your fucking powers
D                  C
I put in hour after hour let's be crystal clear
A#
I'm gonna get there if it takes a day or fifty years
D                        C
I'€™ll fingerbang my fears, I'll fucking punch a dragon
A#
Even with the Himalayas in my way it's gonna happen
D                          C
'Cause waiting doesn't work, and praying may not come through
A#
And hoping doesn'€™t work. So I will be the one to (work)

[Hook]
D F 
Work       
A#
And the moral of the story is
D F 
Work       
A#
And the moral of the story is
D                          F
(Work!) till your arms fall off
          A#
Till your abs get hard and your bone'€™s all soft
     D                         F
(Just WORK!) till your hands go numb
         A#
And they cramp and the fans in the stands go dumb

[Instrumental]
D F A# D F A#

[Bridge]
D                           F
And maybe someday you might see me in a glossy photo
A#                                                          D F A#
No weirdo'€™s rocked the bells as hard as me since Quasimodo
D                           F
And maybe someday you might see me in a glossy photo
A#                                                          D F
No weirdo's rocked the bells as hard as me since Quasimodo
A#
No weirdo's rocked the bells as hard as me since Quasimodo

[Outro]
D F A# D F A#
D F A# D F A#
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