Chords for Erik Petersen @ Baltimore Punx Picnic Roll Me Through The Gates of Hell

My name's Eric Peterson.
_ _ I [G] call the music Mission Approved, but that's my own weird little identity crisis.
You can thank Baltimore for that.
[N] Because _ that's where the name came from.
Long [G] story.
But, _ _ [D] um_
I know y'all spent [N] all your money on food and beer, but if anybody wants to check out, we have some CDs and stuff.
A little bit of distro stuff. _
Folk punk bands here and there.
And the new Mutiny CD.
Mutiny CD we have.
[G]
New [N] Profan existence.
_ Anything, you know, it all helps.
[Gm] _ _ [F] _ _ A round of [G] applause for Chewy!
Chewy!
_ _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Your carnival parker for the evening.
[Db] _ Mr.
Chewy.
_ [D] _ This is awesome.
My favorite living, breathing creatures [Gb] on the planet Earth.
Punks and dogs.
[F] Thank you so much.
[G] Woo!
_ [D] Punks and dogs!
[B] Punks and dogs!
Punks up the dogs!
[E] Yes. _ _
_ [Db] _ _ So here we go.
This is my final song.
May 14th, Charms in Your Artscase. _
There will be a show, and it'll be, uh, [G] let me plug in. _ _
_ [Em] But, uh_
You win this one.
[F] _ _
[G] Don't knock over my beard, though.
_ [Em] _ _ _
_ [E] Oh, remember to help clean up.
Your mess. _
[Eb] A good camper always leaves [Ab] the camper. Lefty.
[E]
More cleaner [Dbm] than how they left us.
[D] And have a good day.
[C] _
[F] I am a leader, but you will [G] not follow me.
[C]
[F] I ain't no [C] creature, for I'm full of [G] blasphemy.
[Em] See you in hell, [C] boys.
_ [G] _ [C] See you in [F] hell, boys.
_ [G] _ _ [C] Hey!
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ [D] _ [C] I can hate children, and dance with [A] some devils.
[G] _ [C] I'll make the [Am] whole fuck better day.
[G] _ [C] My laughter is [Am] spice with mist.
[G] _ [C] I won't toss a sock, it's [Am] not for [G] free.
[C] When they offer pink or black, [B] I'll take the [G] blackest.
[A] When [C] you offer only two, [A] I'll offer three.
_ [C] When you point me in a direction, [Am] I'll run backwards.
[C] And at the border of [Am] utopia, I'll just [G] do an [Dm] RK.
_ Just fire [F] and rock, and I'll only [A] take you.
While I'm picking [F] the bones out of my dinner [A] stew.
Open up the gates [C] of hell, [A] and I'll [F] _
_ fire [G] and rock.
_ _ [Em] _
[F] I am a leader, [C] but you will not [G] follow me.
[C]
I [F] ain't no creature, [C] for I'm full of [G] blasphemy.
See [C] you [F] in hell, boys.
[C] _ _ _ [G] _ [Em] See you in hell, [F] _ [C] boys.
_ [G] _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [A] _ [G] You know, David, [C] they're saying Satan's army is [Am] rising up [G] soon.
Well, [C] if it is, I'm [G] gonna tear you [A] up.
I'm gonna tear you up, no estate.
[G]
[C] I got rented rocks and bottles in [Am] my tool [G] pouch.
[C] My desire is [A] society's jailbait.
[G]
Call us [C] in.
I'm hoping [Am] about the one who [G]
dies [C] by the death.
This song [Am] is about your [G] town.
_ [C] Mothers of relax, and a lady with a [G] buzz saw.
[C] I checked my pay at your house, but I jumped [G] my tariff [Dm] down.
Because [F] fire and rock, I'm coming home [A] to you.
While I'm picking [F] the bones out of my [A] dinner stew.
Open up the gates [C] of hell, [Am] and I'll [F] fire _ _ [G] and rock.
I'm coming [Em] home to you.
I [F] am a leader, [C] but you will not [G] follow me.
[C] I ain't no creature, [G] but I'm full of blasphemy.
See you in [E] hell, [C] boys.
_ _ [G] _
See you [F] in hell, boys.
[C] Why don't you [G] benefit to save Eric's voice from_ _ _
_ _ _ I played at this fucking place last night.
_ Oh my god. _ _
_ _ Strasburg, Pennsylvania.
This place is called The Sanctuary. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ If Hot Topic could run a punk club, this would be it.
_ _ It was all ages.
They had a very strict no alcohol policy, which we did not obey. _ _
_ _ _ _ Here's Johnny Walker's Red.
_ _ _ _ We're played as well. _
_ _ _ _ I did apologize to them for singing this verse in the cafe when I sat on the chairs.
Because they were all such a sorry sap of a young punk rocker.
It was disgraceful. _
_ _ _ _ _ Yes, Barkeep Bob will surely [A] have another.
[Am] _ _ [G] _
To the witches, to the goblins [Am] and the _ [G] trolls.
I'll be coming to recruit your rebel [Am] children.
[D] _ [C] There ain't no use in locking doors.
[Am] You want to be [G] in every [A] hole.
With mud on [F] my boots and blood [A] on my jeans.
I'll take these [F] pretty dresses, fancy.
[A] Roll me through the gates [C] of hell.
Pop _ [F] _ and _ [G] I'll be back.
For our [D] daughter's dreams.
You and I, you and [Cm] I.
And I'll [G] follow.
_ [C] _
I hope we can see you in hell, boys. _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ See you [Eb] in hell, see you in hell, [C] boys.
Everybody.
_ [G]
Ready?
_ Go right here.
One, two, three.
[C] See you [Ab] in hell, _ [C] boys.
_ Thank you so much.
[B]
To Satan.
[C] To Satan.
Satan. _ _ _
Everybody.
_ _ _ _ [Eb] To Satan and the witches.
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ Alright, thanks for listening.
Have a great picnic for the rest of the time.