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| Band name | Gravediggaz |
| Song name | 1-800-suicide |
| Tab type | Chords |
| Added | 05/16/2008 |
| Size | 5.68 kb |
| File format | |
| Views/Loads | 1/1 |
| Rating |
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...1-800-SUICIDE... by Gravediggaz
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Chorus 1:
Am Am/G
Suicide it's a suicide
D/F#
Budabuy-by
F E7
Suicide it's a sui-cide
Am Am/G
Suicide it's a suicide
D/F#
Budabuy-by
F E7
Suicide it's a sui-cide
Verse 1:
Am Am/G
So you wanna die, com-mit suicide
D/F# F E7
Dial 1-800- Cyanide line
Am Am/G
Far as life, yo it ain't worth it
D/F# F E7
Put a rope around your neck and jerk it
Am Am/G
The trick didn't work
D/F# F E7
Your life was f**ked up from the first day of birth
Am Am/G
After watching Jackie Gleason walk into a precinct
D/F# F E7
Gun down the captain for no f**king reason
Am Am/G D/F#
And get some L.S.D or a drink from the bar
F E7
Get behind your wheel and crash the car
Am Am/G
Like Desert Storm, got bombs for the war
D/F# F E7
Con-front an alligator, let it eat ya raw
Am Am/G D/F#
Back to the function, riding the caboose to hell
F E7
BZZZZZT touched the third rail.
Am Am/G D/F#
You f**ked up chicken, now you just got fried
F E7
Cause it's a suicide
Chorus 2:
Am Am/G
Suicide it's a suicide
D/F#
Budabuy-by
F E7
Suicide it's a sui-cide
Am Am/G
Suicide it's a suicide
D/F#
Budabuy-by
F E7
Suicide it's a sui-cide
Verse 2:
Am Am/G
Hey you little rich kid, what's your beef?
D/F# F E7
Come and tell the Grym Reaper all of your grief
Am Am/G
You asked for a Benz and you only got a Jeep
D/F# F E7
Your pop's got endz, but yo he's mad cheap
Am Am/G
Maybe you're a bastard child you think
D/F# F E7
Mom and dad are white and you're dark as ink
Am Am/G
Maybe you're Sicilian with a tan
D/F# F E7
But you hate lasagne and the pizza man
Am Am/G
Now you stand on the grave digga locked and
D/F# F E7
You're singing the blues about the rough life you've got
Am Am/G
Not...You don't wanna live no more
D/F# F E7
I guess you're really ready for the grave yard tour
Am Am/G D/F#
When you get home just seal up your windows and you doors
F E7 Am
Turn your oven on high for a-bout four hours
Am/G D/F#
Light you a blunt, kiss your ass good-bye
F E7
You gassed yourself 'cause it's a suicide
Chorus 3:
Am Am/G
Suicide it's a suicide
D/F#
Budabuy-by
F E7
Suicide it's a sui-cide
Am Am/G
Suicide it's a suicide
D/F#
Budabuy-by
F E7
Suicide it's a sui-cide
Interlude: (n.c)
Yep
I've said it before and I'll say it again
Life moves pretty fast
If you don't stop and look around every once in a while
you could miss it
Verse Three:
Am Am/G
Six f**king devils stepped up playing brave God
D/F# F E7
Had the f**king nerve to try and enta my grave yard
Am Am/G
I'm the Ryzarector, be my sacrafice
D/F# F E7
Com-mit suicide and I'll bring you back to life
Am Am/G D/F#
The first was convinced, Stuck a water hose in his mouth at full blast
F E7
So his head can ex-plode
Am Am/G
Second said hmmmm that's good but I can top it
D/F# F E7
Put an ax up to his head and then he chopped it
Am Am/G
Blood shot out in every direction
D/F# F E7
The rest didn't know what to do, I made sug-gestions
Am Am/G D/F#
Put a slug in your mug, overdose on a drug
F E7
Wet your hair stick a knife in the plug
Am Am/G
Or be like Richard Pryor set your balls on fire
D/F# F E7
Better yet go hang your-self with a barbed wire
Am Am/G
Three and Four fell deep into spell and
D/F# F E7
Ran to the zoo, locked them-selves in a lion's den
Am Am/G
Number Five said it ain't worth being alive
D/F# F E7
Smoked a dust suede, mixed it with cynaide
Am Am/G
The only one to es-cape was number Six
D/F# F E7
He went home, sat in the tub and slit his wrists
Am Am/G
Yeah, more graves to dig. Goodbye
D/F# F
There's no need to cry...
(n.c)
...Cause we all die
Outro: (scratching)
B7
CHORD DIAGRAMS:
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Am Am/G D/F# F E7 B7
EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE
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Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2005 (clumsyband@hotmail.com)