Stan (2 вариант)

G#m Emaj7 F# B B/A# G#m 
My tea‘s gone cold, I‘m wondering why I got out of bed at all 
G#m Emaj7 F# B B/A# G#m 
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can‘t see at all 
G#m Emaj7 F# B B/A# G#m 
And even if I could, it‘d all be gray, but your picture on my wall 
Emaj7 Emaj7/F Emaj7 
It reminds me that it‘s not so bad, it‘s not so bad 
G#m Emaj7 F# B B/A# G#m 
My tea‘s gone cold, I‘m wondering why I got out of bed at all 
G#m Emaj7 F# B B/A# G#m 
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can‘t see at all 
G#m Emaj7 F# B B/A# G#m 
And even if I could, it‘d all be gray, but your picture on my wall 
Emaj7 Emaj7/F Emaj7 
It reminds me that it‘s not so bad, it‘s not so bad 
 
 
Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain‘t callin‘ 
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom 
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not have got ‘em 
It probably was a problem at the post office or somethin‘ 
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot ‘em 
But anyways,  it, what‘s been up man, how‘s your daughter? 
My girlfriend‘s pregnant too, I‘m out to be a father 
If I have a daughter, guess what I‘m-a call her? I‘m-a name her Bonnie 
I read about your uncle Ronnie too, I‘m sorry 
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn‘t want him 
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I‘m your biggest fan 
I even got the underground shit that you did with Scam 
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man 
I like the shit you did with Ruckus too, that shit was fat 
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, just to chat 
Truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan 
 
 
G#m Emaj7 F# B B/A# G#m 
My tea‘s gone cold, I‘m wondering why I got out of bed at all 
G#m Emaj7 F# B B/A# G#m 
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can‘t see at all 
G#m Emaj7 F# B B/A# G#m 
And even if I could, it‘d all be gray, but your picture on my wall 
Emaj7 Emaj7/F Emaj7 
It reminds me that it‘s not so bad, it‘s not so bad 
 
 
Dear Slim, you still ain‘t called or wrote, I hope you have the chance 
I ain‘t mad, I just think it‘s ed up you don‘t answer fans 
If you didn‘t want to talk to me outside the concert you didn‘t have to 
But you could have signed an autograph for Matthew 
That‘s my little brother, man. He‘s only six years old 
We waited in the blistering cold for you for four hours and you just said no. 
That‘s pretty shitty man, you‘re like his in‘ idol 
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do 
I ain‘t that mad, though I just don‘t like bein‘ lied to 
Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I write you you would write back 
See, I‘m just like you in a way, I never knew my father neither 
He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her 
I can relate to what you‘re sayin‘ in your songs 
So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put ‘em on 
Cause I don‘t really got shit else, so that shit helps when I‘m depressed 
I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest 
 
 
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds 
It‘s like adrenaline. The pain is such a sudden rush for me 
See, everything you say is real, and I respect you ‘cause you tell it 
My girlfriend‘s jealous ‘cause I talk about you 24/7 
But she don‘t know you like I know you, Slim... no one does 
She don‘t know what it was like for people like us growing up 
You‘ve gotta call me man. I‘ll be the biggest fan you‘ll ever lose 
Sincerely yours, Stan. PS: We should be together, too 
 
 
G#m Emaj7 F# B B/A# G#m 
My tea‘s gone cold, I‘m wondering why I got out of bed at all 
G#m Emaj7 F# B B/A# G#m 
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can‘t see at all 
G#m Emaj7 F# B B/A# G#m 
And even if I could, it‘d all be gray, but your picture on my wall 
Emaj7 Emaj7/F Emaj7 
It reminds me that it‘s not so bad, it‘s not so bad 
 
 
Dear Mr. "I‘m too good to call or write my fans" 
This‘ll be the last package I ever send your ass 
It‘s been six months and still no word. I don‘t deserve it 
I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on ‘em perfect 
So this is my cassette I‘m sending you. I hope you hear it 
I‘m in the car right now. I‘m doing 90 on the freeway 
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive? 
You know the song by Phil Collins in "The Air in The Night"? 
 
 
About that guy who could have saved that other guy from drowning? 
But they didn‘t? Then Phil saw it all then at his show he found him? 
That‘s kinda how this is. You could have rescued me from drowning 
Now it‘s too late. I‘m on a thousand downers now... I‘m drowsy 
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call 
I hope you know I ripped all o‘ your pictures off the wall 
I love you Slim. We could have been together. Think about it 
You ruined it now, I hope you can‘t sleep and you dream about it 
 
And when you dream, I hope you can‘t sleep and you scream about it 
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can‘t breathe without me 
See Slim, {screaming} shut up bitch, I‘m trying to talk 
Hey Slim, that‘s my girlfriend screaming in the trunk 
But I didn‘t slit her throat; I just tied her up. See I ain‘t like you 
Cause if she suffocates, she‘ll suffer more, and then she‘ll die, too 
Well, gotta go, I‘m almost at the bridge now 
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out? 
 
 
Bridge: 
 
Emaj7 Emaj7/F Emaj7 Emaj7 Emaj7/F Emaj7 
(Screeching tires, crashing sounds; car splashes into the water) 
 
 
G#m Emaj7 F# B B/A# G#m 
My tea‘s gone cold, I‘m wondering why I got out of bed at all 
G#m Emaj7 F# B B/A# G#m 
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can‘t see at all 
G#m Emaj7 F# B B/A# G#m 
And even if I could, it‘d all be gray, but your picture on my wall 
Emaj7 Emaj7/F Emaj7 
It reminds me that it‘s not so bad, it‘s not so bad 
 
 
Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy 
You said your girlfriend‘s pregnant now, how far along is she? 
Look, I‘m really flattered you would call your daughter that 
And here‘s an autograph for your brother: I wrote it on your Starter cap 
I‘m sorry I didn‘t see you at the show, I must have missed you 
Don‘t think I did that shit intentionally, just to diss you 
But what‘s this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists, too? 
I say that shit just clownin‘ dawg, c‘mon, how ed up is you? 
You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin‘ 
To help your ass from bouncin‘ off the walls when you be down some 
And what‘s this shit about us meant to be together? 
That type of shit‘ll make me not want us to meet each other 
I really think you and your girlfriend need each other 
Or maybe you just need to treat her better 
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time 
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you‘ll be doin‘ just fine 
If you‘d relax a little. I‘m glad that I inspire you, but Stan 
Why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want you as a fan 
I just don‘t want you to do some crazy shit 
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick 
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge 
And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid 
And in the car they found a tape but it didn‘t say who it was to 
Come to think about it... his name was S... it was you. Damn.