Chords for Hollywood Undead - I Am [Lyrics]

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It's a sick [F] man, living in a sick [E] plan, smoking on the smoke of a billboard romance.
[F#] Anybody know where the pig put my coke [E] from?
Faith is blade, [N] on a powder blue, the powder [E] blue, oh no!
It ain't shiny, crazy, not [Fm] till the gun's [C#m] locked up to keep me.
The PD, [N] how you weak, he weak me.
I'm number four when you come to [E] see me.
The victim, have you heard of no sister as I?
In your club, what's your shot?
You know it too deep, here's number three.
I'm sick of sick shit, it's just like me.
_ _ [F] _ [E] Never forgot that.
This is the anthem for this sick and [F] blind guy.
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_ [G#] _ [Em] Never forgot that.
This is the anthem for all you sick and blind guys.
So fuck the get knocked back, you'll end up just [F#] blue black.
And girls up the riff raffs, so fuck all the [E] feedback.
We pack it up [G] tightly, we [F#m] roll it up nicely.
[E] Rock dickies and [Fm] nikes, running for [E] size.
Real rock [N] stars, fuck slashing guitars.
This one is saying good swim, [E] he's swimming with Sean.
I just woke up in the spit of June, Johnny in the mix.
Who's scraping up the [F] clubs in my Cadillac?
[E] My friends got a six pack, [F#] making the [Em] same track.
Who got his exact track?
I'm raising my gold flag.
You on the rock [N] side, powder notes and glitter.
Is it hard to be sick when you know that I'm sicker?
_ [C#] Never [E] forgot that.
This is the anthem for this sick and blind [F] _ _ [E] _
[N] guy.
Never forgot that.
This [E] is the anthem [N] for all you [E] sick and blind [G] guys.
[E] You're feeding this mad man who [F] puts a [E] matchstick in your ass crack.
And makes you laugh just when the gas can.
So don't sit down, get [F] down on this [E] track man.
Shake your hips [F] now, this shit ain't no [E] slow jam.
Now this is your last chance to get your ass smacked with a backhand.
And [F] make a catnap if you're [Em] sad man.
So [D] don't sit [F] down, get down with the [Em] program.
Cause I'm sick with the dick [F] kick like a [E] crackhead.
So bury your romance, don't live in your long hair.
Siberian tronair, Siberian tronair.
Siberian tronair, Siberian tronair.
The king of the throne with rhymes better than rhymes hair.
_ Never forgot _ that.
This is the anthem [F] for this [E] sick and blind [F] guy.
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_ [F] Never [E] forgot [Em] that.
We got this anthem to save this sick and blind guy. _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ We don't know, _ _ together [D] we stand tall.