CARTER USM-Evil Chords
Tempo:
128.2 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
Dm
A
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
You brought it coming tonight to cause chaos and confusion
and to corrupt your innocent soul.
But no, it is old me, old Harry, old Scratch,
Crimson Darkness.
Tonight, this is your line.
He is the people's poet, and all the people know it.
They've read [G] his published [D] stories in public lavatories.
In [A] town and country [D] locals, he's Mr.
Antisocial.
His [G] violence does [D] clock him.
Those [G] boots weren't made for [D] walking.
He's the cold-blooded bullshark.
He [G] won't respect your [D] culture.
He's nothing like the good self.
He's come [G] to burn your [D] foot shelf.
He'll [G] double up your [D] children, destroy what you've been building.
And when [G] you're left to [D] suffer, he'll seduce your mother.
He [G] is the master [D] of every war, the master of every [G] season,
the [D] planet of the [G] super-cunning [Dm] planet.
He [A] walked in Vietnam.
He is the Prince of [Dm] Slaves.
He was a child catcher.
He gave his mother a [A] butcher.
One day, the trouble was in hiding.
Well, [E] he actually went to the middle, which meant everything good at school
at first, but then it [B] was good for almost nothing.
And everything bad, nothing, stand [E] out more clearly than ever.
All the little imps who went to the children's [A] school,
they ran around with a pillow.
They said there was nowhere and no one [E] could have gotten the school to their head.
They didn't look much of use, but [B] the pillow had stopped.
[E] [D]
Then the little imps decided to fly up to heaven to make fun of godless angels.
[Bm] The higher they carried the mirror, the [D] more it grinned,
until it shaked so hard with laughter that it slipped out of their hands
and fell to earth, where it broke into millions of pieces.
And then it caused even more [Dm] trouble than before,
because all the tiny [D] splinters, scarcely the size of a grain of sand,
went flying around the world.
And [B] whenever a splinter flew into anyone's eye,
it had the same power as the whole mirror
and made people [Dm] see everything distorted.
Sometimes the [D] splinter blast even entered someone's heart,
which is where it broke, and then it broke down and fell into the ground.
And by his right abidement, there'll be no more enjoyment.
There will [G] be no more [Dm] offenders.
No [G] service will be [Dm] rendered.
The shop [G] will not be [Dm] open.
Actually, [G]
senior [D] Brogan, you've got to give him credit.
The farmer's not a felon.
Growing up without an intake, beyond the quality of teeth,
beyond my understanding, I find it so demanding.
I wish I could forget it and be more apathetic.
This biscuit bothers me so.
How anyone could be so evil?
You brought it coming tonight to cause chaos and confusion
and to corrupt your innocent soul.
But no, it is old me, old Harry, old Scratch,
Crimson Darkness.
Tonight, this is your line.
He is the people's poet, and all the people know it.
They've read [G] his published [D] stories in public lavatories.
In [A] town and country [D] locals, he's Mr.
Antisocial.
His [G] violence does [D] clock him.
Those [G] boots weren't made for [D] walking.
He's the cold-blooded bullshark.
He [G] won't respect your [D] culture.
He's nothing like the good self.
He's come [G] to burn your [D] foot shelf.
He'll [G] double up your [D] children, destroy what you've been building.
And when [G] you're left to [D] suffer, he'll seduce your mother.
He [G] is the master [D] of every war, the master of every [G] season,
the [D] planet of the [G] super-cunning [Dm] planet.
He [A] walked in Vietnam.
He is the Prince of [Dm] Slaves.
He was a child catcher.
He gave his mother a [A] butcher.
One day, the trouble was in hiding.
Well, [E] he actually went to the middle, which meant everything good at school
at first, but then it [B] was good for almost nothing.
And everything bad, nothing, stand [E] out more clearly than ever.
All the little imps who went to the children's [A] school,
they ran around with a pillow.
They said there was nowhere and no one [E] could have gotten the school to their head.
They didn't look much of use, but [B] the pillow had stopped.
[E] [D]
Then the little imps decided to fly up to heaven to make fun of godless angels.
[Bm] The higher they carried the mirror, the [D] more it grinned,
until it shaked so hard with laughter that it slipped out of their hands
and fell to earth, where it broke into millions of pieces.
And then it caused even more [Dm] trouble than before,
because all the tiny [D] splinters, scarcely the size of a grain of sand,
went flying around the world.
And [B] whenever a splinter flew into anyone's eye,
it had the same power as the whole mirror
and made people [Dm] see everything distorted.
Sometimes the [D] splinter blast even entered someone's heart,
which is where it broke, and then it broke down and fell into the ground.
And by his right abidement, there'll be no more enjoyment.
There will [G] be no more [Dm] offenders.
No [G] service will be [Dm] rendered.
The shop [G] will not be [Dm] open.
Actually, [G]
senior [D] Brogan, you've got to give him credit.
The farmer's not a felon.
Growing up without an intake, beyond the quality of teeth,
beyond my understanding, I find it so demanding.
I wish I could forget it and be more apathetic.
This biscuit bothers me so.
How anyone could be so evil?
Key:
D
G
Dm
A
E
D
G
Dm
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ You brought it coming tonight to cause chaos and confusion
and to corrupt your innocent soul.
But no, it is old me, old Harry, old Scratch,
Crimson Darkness.
Tonight, this is your line.
He is the people's poet, and all the people know it.
They've read [G] his published [D] stories in public lavatories.
In [A] town and country [D] locals, he's Mr.
Antisocial.
His [G] violence does [D] clock him.
Those [G] boots weren't made for [D] walking.
He's the cold-blooded bullshark.
He [G] won't respect your [D] culture.
He's nothing like the good self.
He's come [G] to burn your [D] foot shelf.
He'll [G] double up your [D] children, destroy what you've been building.
And when [G] you're left to [D] suffer, he'll seduce your mother.
He [G] is the master [D] of every war, the master of every [G] season,
the [D] planet of the [G] super-cunning [Dm] planet.
He [A] walked in Vietnam.
He is the Prince of [Dm] Slaves.
He was a child catcher.
He gave his mother a [A] butcher.
One day, the trouble was in hiding.
Well, [E] he actually went to the middle, which meant everything good at school
at first, but then it [B] was good for almost nothing.
And everything bad, nothing, stand [E] out more clearly than ever.
All the little imps who went to the children's [A] school,
they ran around with a pillow.
They said there was nowhere and no one [E] could have gotten the school to their head.
They didn't look much of use, but [B] the pillow had stopped. _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ Then the little imps decided to fly up to heaven to make fun of godless angels.
[Bm] The higher they carried the mirror, the [D] more it grinned,
until it shaked so hard with laughter that it slipped out of their hands
and fell to earth, where it broke into millions of pieces.
And then it caused even more [Dm] trouble than before,
because all the tiny [D] splinters, scarcely the size of a grain of sand,
went flying around the world.
And [B] whenever a splinter flew into anyone's eye,
it had the same power as the whole mirror
and made people [Dm] see everything distorted.
Sometimes the [D] splinter blast even entered someone's heart,
which is where it broke, and then it broke down and fell into the ground. _
_ And by his right abidement, there'll be no more enjoyment.
There will [G] be no more [Dm] offenders.
No [G] service will be [Dm] rendered.
The shop [G] will not be [Dm] open.
Actually, [G]
senior [D] Brogan, you've got to give him credit.
The farmer's not a felon.
Growing up without an intake, beyond the quality of teeth,
beyond my understanding, I find it so demanding.
I wish I could forget it and be more apathetic.
This biscuit bothers me so.
How anyone could be so evil? _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ You brought it coming tonight to cause chaos and confusion
and to corrupt your innocent soul.
But no, it is old me, old Harry, old Scratch,
Crimson Darkness.
Tonight, this is your line.
He is the people's poet, and all the people know it.
They've read [G] his published [D] stories in public lavatories.
In [A] town and country [D] locals, he's Mr.
Antisocial.
His [G] violence does [D] clock him.
Those [G] boots weren't made for [D] walking.
He's the cold-blooded bullshark.
He [G] won't respect your [D] culture.
He's nothing like the good self.
He's come [G] to burn your [D] foot shelf.
He'll [G] double up your [D] children, destroy what you've been building.
And when [G] you're left to [D] suffer, he'll seduce your mother.
He [G] is the master [D] of every war, the master of every [G] season,
the [D] planet of the [G] super-cunning [Dm] planet.
He [A] walked in Vietnam.
He is the Prince of [Dm] Slaves.
He was a child catcher.
He gave his mother a [A] butcher.
One day, the trouble was in hiding.
Well, [E] he actually went to the middle, which meant everything good at school
at first, but then it [B] was good for almost nothing.
And everything bad, nothing, stand [E] out more clearly than ever.
All the little imps who went to the children's [A] school,
they ran around with a pillow.
They said there was nowhere and no one [E] could have gotten the school to their head.
They didn't look much of use, but [B] the pillow had stopped. _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ Then the little imps decided to fly up to heaven to make fun of godless angels.
[Bm] The higher they carried the mirror, the [D] more it grinned,
until it shaked so hard with laughter that it slipped out of their hands
and fell to earth, where it broke into millions of pieces.
And then it caused even more [Dm] trouble than before,
because all the tiny [D] splinters, scarcely the size of a grain of sand,
went flying around the world.
And [B] whenever a splinter flew into anyone's eye,
it had the same power as the whole mirror
and made people [Dm] see everything distorted.
Sometimes the [D] splinter blast even entered someone's heart,
which is where it broke, and then it broke down and fell into the ground. _
_ And by his right abidement, there'll be no more enjoyment.
There will [G] be no more [Dm] offenders.
No [G] service will be [Dm] rendered.
The shop [G] will not be [Dm] open.
Actually, [G]
senior [D] Brogan, you've got to give him credit.
The farmer's not a felon.
Growing up without an intake, beyond the quality of teeth,
beyond my understanding, I find it so demanding.
I wish I could forget it and be more apathetic.
This biscuit bothers me so.
How anyone could be so evil? _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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