Guns N' Roses - I.R.S.: chords

Chorus:
F#m             G#m
Gonna call the President
A              B
Gonna call a Private Eye
F#m           G#m
Gonna get the IRS
A              B
Gonna need the f.b.I.

D                      C#7
There's not anymore that I can do
F#m      G#m              A
All the reasons that you gave
          B
I follow you
    F#m               G#m
So when you lead them in,
               A                  B
that'll be the end of time it's true

F#m             G#                    F#m
Wouldnt be the first time I've been wrong
                G#                   A
Wouldnt be the last I'm sure, I've Known
              B            A
with all the rumors I can tell,
             B              D
Some things didn't work so well
            C#7
Well anyway, it feels the same

F#m                  C           B
When you first told me you were gone,
                A          F#m
So long ago but I still held on
                           C                B
Through all the bullshit that I've had to take
                          A               F#m
I've found the truth and here's the worst yet

Wouldn't even matter the things that I say
You've made your mind up and gone anyway
And there's no use now in dragging it on
Should've seen it coming all along

Well it's true ooh I had,
Forgotten you

Chorus:
Gonna call the President
Gonna call a Private Eye
Gonna get the IRS
Gonna need the f.b.I.
Gonna make it a federal case
Gonna wave it right down in your face
Read it baby with your morning news
With a sweet hangover
And the headlines too, now

Wha you think I'm doing this all for my health?
I should've looked again then at somebody else
Feelin' like I've done way more than wrong
Feelin' like I'm living inside of this song
Feelin' like I'm just too tired to care
Feelin' like I done more than my share
Could've been the way that I carried on
Like a broken record for so long

And I do
Ooh, oh.
I'm Gonna call the President,
I'm gonna call a private Eye
Gonna get the IRS,
Gonna need myself the f.b.I.

oooh, what shall I do
If I gave my heart to you
It's such a crime you now it's true

Chorus:
Gonna call the president
Gonna call a private eye
Ooh, gonna get the IRS
Gonna need the f.b.I.
Gonna make it a federal case
Gonna wave it right down in your face
read it baby with your morning news
With the sweet hangover and the headlines too

There's not anymore that I can do