#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# From: Opiv4me [[email protected]] Sent: Tuesday, January 06, 1998 4:30 PM Song: Lipstick Artist: Guttermouth transcribed by: Chase Woodford ([email protected]) Drum intro...then D|----------3--3~--7--7~--8--8~--10--10~ A|----------3--3~--7--7~--8--8~--10--10~ E|----------1--1~--5--5~--6--6~--8----8~~ Play this all the way down to the solo... On a tuesday afternoon, My mom came into my room And said get the f**k up otta bed, And get a god d**m job So I told her hey f**k you mom, And threw the phone at her head But I missed and hit her in the cunt, So I slammed the door in her face And said don't barge in my room, Or I'll kick you @$$ and call the cops And tell them I'm abused, And you'll wind up in jail While I snowboard in vail, No one to post your bail Cuz daddy loves me more, He says that you're a... <> <> Your worthless, your lazy, your stupid, alittle over weight. Now give me twenty bucks. No make it fifty bucks. <> <> Now mom writes me letters, i write return to sender Let her rot in her cell, I watch the dogs mate on her bed So sorry mommy I had to pawn,the china, silver, and all your jewelry I had to eat and rent a bunch of prostitutes.. Like you <>
