Gene Burnett – Jump You Fuckers chords

Jump you fuckers by Gene Burnett
http://www.geneburnett.com/

V1
AmHey Mr Wall Street on the Fiftieth floor,
Amcant make the payments on your penthouse no more.
Chorus
Fmaj7...........................AmJump you fuckers, jump you fuckers.
E...........................................Fmaj7.............................AmOpen up the window, check out the view, and jump you fuckers.
E G AmV2
AmYou cant take much of what you've been dishing out,
AmIt's your turn to get downsized, what's you're gona do now?
Chorus
Fmaj7...........................AmJump you fuckers, jump you fuckers.
E...........................................Fmaj7.............................AmOpen up the window, check out the view, and jump you fuckers.
E G AmV3
AmHey Mr banker with your make believe books,
Amthe bottom line is closer than it looks.
Chorus
Fmaj7...........................AmJump you fuckers, jump you fuckers.
E...........................................Fmaj7.............................AmOpen up the window, check out the view, and jump you fuckers.
E G AmV4
AmYou're good at stealing, and you're good at lying,
AmNow let's see how good you are at flying.
Chorus
Fmaj7...........................AmJump you fuckers, jump you fuckers.
E...........................................Fmaj7.............................AmOpen up the window, check out the view, and jump you fuckers.
E G AmV5
Am'Could have had a real job, not blowing bubbles,
Amthere's one sure way for you to stay out of trouble.
Chorus
Fmaj7...........................AmJump you fuckers, jump you fuckers.
E...........................................Fmaj7.............................AmOpen up the window, check out the view, and jump you fuckers.
E G AmV6
AmForget your lawyers, and your net worth,
Amthere's one sure way for you to come back to earth.
Chorus
Fmaj7...........................AmJump you fuckers, jump you fuckers.
E...........................................Fmaj7.............................AmOpen up the window, check out the view, and jump you fuckers.
E G AmWords and music: Gene Burnett