Chords for Disturbed Sons of Plunder Lyics

_ _ _ _ _ I'm about to make you like it, _ _ _ _ I'm about to make you like it
You see, I've gotten myself a new sound
This shit's loaded and I'm ready to go
I'm big too much, it's like the all-star
Already heard it about a hundred times
One hundred more, I've got the same sound
Running around with a machine that you know
It sucks, don't mind, I'm breaking new ground
This shit I have, I'm about to hit this time
But mom, you can't just keep [C#] it in the mix
Those who have any sense
I'm about to [G] give you round, let's start pretending
[C#] To know that I'm the one
There is a countless [G#] numbers longer
The worldwide [A] world now
All the big big [B] sons of blunder
Will roll up [C#] their sleeves
All searching [G#] for the answers
They don't [E] even care to know
[F#] _ I'm about to make you [C#] like _ _ _ it
I'm about to make you like it
I'm about to make you like it
I'm about to make you like it
I'm about to make you like it _
I'm about to make you like it
I'm about to make you like it
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_ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _ [E] _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
[G#] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[B] _ I'm about [C#] _ _ to make you like [G#] it
I'm about to make you like it
I'm about to make you like it
I'm about to make you like it
Will roll up their sleeves
[E] All searching for the answers
They don't even care to know
[F#] I'm about to make you like it
I'm about to [C#m] make you like _ [C#] _ _
_ _ _ it _ _ _
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[C#m] _ _ _ _ I'm about to make you like it
As it's blown [A] apart
Our streets [C#m] thrown away
Makes me question
Just what [C#m] I believe
Brothers torn [A] apart
Mindless drums in [C#m] the stage
Makes me search for [A] an answer
[C#] I don't want to know _ _
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[A] Can you hear all [C#] _ _ _ _
_ the voices _ _ _ _
[A] Chances [D] are [C#] we're the same
As the countless [G#] numbers hunger
The world of [A] Ireland now
Are the milking [B] sons of thunder
The role [C#] of this stage
Of searching [G#] for the answers
That don't [E] even dare to know
[F#] Get out of the way, [E] get out of the [C#] way
As the countless [G#] numbers hunger
The world of [A] Ireland now
Are the milking [B] sons of thunder
The [C#] role of this stage
Of searching [G#] for the answers
That don't [E] even care to know
[F#] Get out of the way, get out of the way
Get [C#] out of my shit
_ Fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Get out of my shit
_ Fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Get out of my
_ _ Fuck, fuck, fuck
_ _ _ Fuck, fuck, fuck
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