歌手头像-Ceschi

All Dogs Go To Heaven

音乐人: Ceschi

供谱者:wexman
[Intro]
E B C#m C#m E B A A

[Verse]
         E                B               C#m           E                 B                 A
We will shoot the family dog in the backyard, And then tell the kids we dropped it off down at the dairy farm.
          E                B                C#m                        E              B                A
Screaming from the forest sounds like fifty babies being murdered. In Italian horror films about baby murders.
       E                B                  C#m           E                 B              A
Pretty all black fisher cats sing songs of rage, Cuz the world is dark and unfair and you haven't found a mate
        E        B                 C#m                                  E             B                 A
Cry in sync with crows at six, I'm bored and forced to think, about the cycle of life and all of that bullshit
          E                   B             C#m           E                   B          A
When it's quiet I'm forced to think about myself. So I'm speaking through the silence to nobody else.
        E               B                C#m          
Pretty black fisher cat convince me that it will be alright,
         E             B                       A
Claw my face off, so I won't have to wash it tonight
               E             B                       A
Yeah, claw my face off, so I won't have to wear it tonight

[Chorus]
F#m      A              E               C#m                      
  I've become what I've hated most, too many times to count
Am                                                    E
  If I can't trust myself, then I won't trust a soul.

[Verse]
   E                  B               C#m           E             B             A
Animals biting chunks of each other's flesh, All reside inside my mind before I settle down to rest,
         E              B          C#m                               E              B             A
There's images of people biting my neck, slicing my chest. And simmering my meat in fry-pans for breakfast.
        F#m                                     A                 
With my dick and balls and guts ground up, and stuffed into a sausage wrapper,
E                             C#m
Grilled to a shade of Seattle grey, surrounded by their laughter,
Am
I… can't trust myself, so I won't trust a soul.

[Verse]
        E             B             C#m                E             B           A
If they eat me I will haunt them forever, Come back in virus form or parasitic worm.
           E            B            C#m                  E                 B                A
Intestines of all of my enemies will bleed, And they'll regret the day they ever fucked with me.

[Outro]
        E                 B              C#m           E              B              A
We were broke and fed the hamster to the dog, We were broke again and cut the dog's tail off.
          E                  B               C#m                          E            B             A
Made some dog-tail soup with mustard packets from seven-eleven, Oh little Jimmy, all dogs to to heaven.
              E         B             A         E
No don't cry Jimmy, all dogs go to heaven.   






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