Gravediggaz - 1-800-suicide
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Band name | Gravediggaz |
Song name | 1-800-suicide |
Tab type | Chords |
Added | 05/16/2008 |
Size | 5.54 kb |
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1-800-suicide Chords by Gravediggaz, ...1-800-SUICIDE... by Gravediggaz -------------------............... 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: --------------- Am Am/G D/F# F E7 B7 EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE x02210 302210 2x0230 133211 020100 021200 Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2005 (clumsyband@hotmail.com)