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Em F YEAH! Em Half alive and stark raving free' Em maligned for encroaching on Em The purpose of this commercial-free interruption Em Due to the prolific nature of this statement Em Listener aggression is advised C Em It's strange, whenever I see a gun
Am F I think about just how petty you are C Em And it blows my fucking mind Am F Yeah, it blows my fucking mind C Em These days, I never seem to get enough Am F I'm tired of this shit, I want to go up C Em Don't waste my fucking time Am F Don't waste my fucking time C Em Because anything exceptional Am F Gets crushed by governed people C Em With jealousy and ignorance Am F And all that coven equals C Em This one, it isn't special Am F Collections made of clay C Em I'm waiting for the punishment Am F I know it's on my way Em F C Em Am F C Cut, cut, cut me up and D Fuck, fuck, fuck me up F Cut, cut, cut me up and Am Fuck, fuck, fuck me up C Cut, cut, cut me up and D Fuck, fuck, fuck me up F Cut, cut, cut me up and Am Fuck, fuck, fuck me up C Cut, cut, cut me up and D Fuck, fuck, fuck me up F Cut, cut, cut me up and Am Fuck, fuck, fuck me up Em F yeah C Em Irreverence is my disease Am F It's secondhand, but you know me C Em The son of a bitch is on his knees Am (G) F The last man standing gets no pity C Em Somewhere on a toilet wall Am F I read the words you form along C Em To form a life, they're for my mind Am F Then I find myself a truth C Em Something so profound and now it's sitting there Am F Surrounded by the damage of the state C Em Another victim of the refuse Am F Now I've been saying this for years C Em But you don't comprehend it Am F I fight hell and I fight fear C Em Because I understand it Am F Androgeny and insults C Em Your choice, don't wanna be difficult Em (F) You wanna win the war? Em F Know what you're fighting for Em F C Em Am F C Cut, cut, cut me up and D Fuck, fuck, fuck me up F Cut, cut, cut me up and Am Fuck, fuck, fuck me up C Cut, cut, cut me up and D Fuck, fuck, fuck me up F Cut, cut, cut me up and Am Fuck, fuck, fuck me up C Cut, cut, cut me up and D Fuck, fuck, fuck me up F Cut, cut, cut me up and Am Fuck, fuck, fuck me up C Em Irreverence is my disease Am F It's secondhand, but you know me C Em The son of a bitch is on his knees Am (G) F The last man standing gets no pity C Em With angel eyes and demon seeds Am F (G) F You're missing what you really need C Em C F When all is said and done, you see C Em Am (F) F The last man standing gets no pity Em ,F OR JUST BEAT THE STRING AS A BASS BEAT! PALM MUTE BTW.... (No pity, no pity, no pity No pity, no pity) C Cut, cut, cut me up and D Fuck, fuck, fuck me up F Cut, cut, cut me up and Am Fuck, fuck, fuck me up C Cut, cut, cut me up and D Fuck, fuck, fuck me up F Cut, cut, cut me up and Am Fuck, fuck, fuck me up C Cut, cut, cut me up and D Fuck, fuck, fuck me up F Cut, cut, cut me up and Am Fuck, fuck, fuck me up
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