Chords for House of Asmodeus but only the good part (most of it)
Tempo:
69.95 bpm
Chords used:
C#
A
Bm
F#m
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
You singing love songs in my [A] lustful lounge?
Ozzy's ain't the place for sentimental sounds.
[B] What'd you expect from a proprietor [C#] like us?
Your demon host, Osmodeus, [C#m] the embodiment of lust.
[C#] Give [F#m] me a thrust.
You're short, [Bm] sir.
From the groin [C#] to the bust, in desire [Bm] we trust,
in the house [F#m] of Osmodeus.
Trumpet.
Hey, [A] little imp, you came here to [C#] sing your serenade,
[D] perform your feelings on a velvety stage.
Well, [F#m] we got a saying that's popular in these parts.
[C#] You little bitches strum the strings of their [F#m] heart.
You want to hang around this lustful town?
Ditch the lovey-dovey before we knock you around.
[Bm] Here we sing about wants and desires.
[C#] Defravity, savagery, loyalty, honor, then lies.
So give [F#m] me a thrust.
Show me [Bm] some lust.
From the groin [C#] to the bust, little imp,
[Bm] you just must, in the [F#m] house of Osmodeus.
Come on, sing us a song.
Make sure the subject [Bm] is getting it on.
Make it grunt [C#] fantastic and loud.
Be [Bm] sure to rhyme song and schlong.
[C#] Go ahead, you mic song.
[F#m]
I want to.
Yeah, what do you want?
Butt stuff, piss play, bondage?
Make gentle love.
[A] Ugh, what a lip-dick imp.
You're really killing the vibe.
Get a load of this dweeb and his [E] unsatisfied pride.
Hey, [F#] now, I've watched those two pork many times.
What?
Blitz!
And honestly, they make missionary look relatively [A] exciting.
Is that [A] Blitzo?
Is that your show and your face?
Hey, everybody, this guy's a total disgrace.
[D] Some nerve you got to comment [C#] on a relationship.
Last [D] I checked, your love [E] life is a pile of [G] shit.
Oh, [Dm] Blitzo, I used to date a
Oh, [A] Horoscope, you're here.
A stroke on [Dm] my paleta.
[A] Yeah, but when [D] it was my turn,
[A] he didn't know [D] reciprocating.
[C#m] A selfish imp in the [D] sheets.
I'm just as bad in the [E] streets.
A reckless, heart [Fm]-breaking freak.
[C#] What was that at your table?
[A] Is your date a demon prince?
[F#] Stones, is that you?
[A] Are you sleeping with an imp?
[Bm] Whoo!
My dark lord, how the mighty do fall.
[A] He used to have a smoking wife, a kid, you had it all.
[G] I hope you didn't give it up [C#] so you and him could get it all.
You sold your life for [F#m] a crust.
Now that's the spirit [Bm] of lust.
Grab your broiler [C#] or a bust.
You better get your [B] hair mussed.
Pretend you don't see [C#] that crust.
I'll take you down to [Bm] the dust.
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Ozzy's ain't the place for sentimental sounds.
[B] What'd you expect from a proprietor [C#] like us?
Your demon host, Osmodeus, [C#m] the embodiment of lust.
[C#] Give [F#m] me a thrust.
You're short, [Bm] sir.
From the groin [C#] to the bust, in desire [Bm] we trust,
in the house [F#m] of Osmodeus.
Trumpet.
Hey, [A] little imp, you came here to [C#] sing your serenade,
[D] perform your feelings on a velvety stage.
Well, [F#m] we got a saying that's popular in these parts.
[C#] You little bitches strum the strings of their [F#m] heart.
You want to hang around this lustful town?
Ditch the lovey-dovey before we knock you around.
[Bm] Here we sing about wants and desires.
[C#] Defravity, savagery, loyalty, honor, then lies.
So give [F#m] me a thrust.
Show me [Bm] some lust.
From the groin [C#] to the bust, little imp,
[Bm] you just must, in the [F#m] house of Osmodeus.
Come on, sing us a song.
Make sure the subject [Bm] is getting it on.
Make it grunt [C#] fantastic and loud.
Be [Bm] sure to rhyme song and schlong.
[C#] Go ahead, you mic song.
[F#m]
I want to.
Yeah, what do you want?
Butt stuff, piss play, bondage?
Make gentle love.
[A] Ugh, what a lip-dick imp.
You're really killing the vibe.
Get a load of this dweeb and his [E] unsatisfied pride.
Hey, [F#] now, I've watched those two pork many times.
What?
Blitz!
And honestly, they make missionary look relatively [A] exciting.
Is that [A] Blitzo?
Is that your show and your face?
Hey, everybody, this guy's a total disgrace.
[D] Some nerve you got to comment [C#] on a relationship.
Last [D] I checked, your love [E] life is a pile of [G] shit.
Oh, [Dm] Blitzo, I used to date a
Oh, [A] Horoscope, you're here.
A stroke on [Dm] my paleta.
[A] Yeah, but when [D] it was my turn,
[A] he didn't know [D] reciprocating.
[C#m] A selfish imp in the [D] sheets.
I'm just as bad in the [E] streets.
A reckless, heart [Fm]-breaking freak.
[C#] What was that at your table?
[A] Is your date a demon prince?
[F#] Stones, is that you?
[A] Are you sleeping with an imp?
[Bm] Whoo!
My dark lord, how the mighty do fall.
[A] He used to have a smoking wife, a kid, you had it all.
[G] I hope you didn't give it up [C#] so you and him could get it all.
You sold your life for [F#m] a crust.
Now that's the spirit [Bm] of lust.
Grab your broiler [C#] or a bust.
You better get your [B] hair mussed.
Pretend you don't see [C#] that crust.
I'll take you down to [Bm] the dust.
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Key:
C#
A
Bm
F#m
D
C#
A
Bm
_ You singing love songs in my [A] lustful lounge?
Ozzy's ain't the place for sentimental sounds.
[B] What'd you expect from a proprietor [C#] like us?
Your demon host, Osmodeus, [C#m] the embodiment of lust.
[C#] Give [F#m] me a thrust.
You're short, [Bm] sir.
_ From the groin [C#] to the bust, in desire [Bm] we trust,
in the house [F#m] of Osmodeus.
Trumpet.
Hey, [A] little imp, you came here to [C#] sing your serenade,
[D] perform your feelings on a velvety stage.
Well, [F#m] we got a saying that's popular in these parts.
[C#] You little bitches strum the strings of their [F#m] heart.
You want to hang around this lustful town?
Ditch the lovey-dovey before we knock you around.
[Bm] Here we sing about wants and desires.
[C#] Defravity, savagery, loyalty, honor, then lies.
So give [F#m] me a thrust.
Show me [Bm] some lust.
From the groin [C#] to the bust, little imp,
[Bm] you just must, in the [F#m] house of Osmodeus.
Come on, sing us a song.
Make sure the subject [Bm] is getting it on.
Make it grunt [C#] fantastic and loud.
Be [Bm] sure to rhyme song and schlong.
[C#] Go ahead, you mic song.
_ _ [F#m] _
I want to.
Yeah, what do you want?
Butt stuff, piss play, bondage?
Make gentle love.
[A] Ugh, what a lip-dick imp.
You're really killing the vibe.
Get a load of this dweeb and his [E] unsatisfied pride.
Hey, [F#] now, I've watched those two pork many times.
What?
Blitz!
And honestly, they make missionary look relatively [A] exciting.
Is that [A] Blitzo?
Is that your show and your face?
Hey, everybody, this guy's a total disgrace.
[D] Some nerve you got to comment [C#] on a relationship.
Last [D] I checked, your love [E] life is a pile of [G] shit.
Oh, [Dm] Blitzo, I used to date a_
Oh, [A] Horoscope, you're here.
A stroke on [Dm] my paleta.
[A] Yeah, but when [D] it was my turn,
[A] he didn't know [D] reciprocating.
[C#m] A selfish imp in the [D] sheets.
I'm just as bad in the [E] streets.
A reckless, heart [Fm]-breaking freak.
[C#] What was that at your table?
[A] Is your date a demon prince?
[F#] Stones, is that you?
[A] Are you sleeping with an imp?
[Bm] Whoo!
My dark lord, how the mighty do fall.
[A] He used to have a smoking wife, a kid, you had it all.
[G] I hope you didn't give it up [C#] so you and him could get it all.
You sold your life for [F#m] a crust.
Now that's the spirit [Bm] of lust.
Grab your broiler [C#] or a bust.
You better get your [B] hair mussed.
Pretend you don't see [C#] that crust.
I'll take you down to [Bm] the dust.
In
Ozzy's ain't the place for sentimental sounds.
[B] What'd you expect from a proprietor [C#] like us?
Your demon host, Osmodeus, [C#m] the embodiment of lust.
[C#] Give [F#m] me a thrust.
You're short, [Bm] sir.
_ From the groin [C#] to the bust, in desire [Bm] we trust,
in the house [F#m] of Osmodeus.
Trumpet.
Hey, [A] little imp, you came here to [C#] sing your serenade,
[D] perform your feelings on a velvety stage.
Well, [F#m] we got a saying that's popular in these parts.
[C#] You little bitches strum the strings of their [F#m] heart.
You want to hang around this lustful town?
Ditch the lovey-dovey before we knock you around.
[Bm] Here we sing about wants and desires.
[C#] Defravity, savagery, loyalty, honor, then lies.
So give [F#m] me a thrust.
Show me [Bm] some lust.
From the groin [C#] to the bust, little imp,
[Bm] you just must, in the [F#m] house of Osmodeus.
Come on, sing us a song.
Make sure the subject [Bm] is getting it on.
Make it grunt [C#] fantastic and loud.
Be [Bm] sure to rhyme song and schlong.
[C#] Go ahead, you mic song.
_ _ [F#m] _
I want to.
Yeah, what do you want?
Butt stuff, piss play, bondage?
Make gentle love.
[A] Ugh, what a lip-dick imp.
You're really killing the vibe.
Get a load of this dweeb and his [E] unsatisfied pride.
Hey, [F#] now, I've watched those two pork many times.
What?
Blitz!
And honestly, they make missionary look relatively [A] exciting.
Is that [A] Blitzo?
Is that your show and your face?
Hey, everybody, this guy's a total disgrace.
[D] Some nerve you got to comment [C#] on a relationship.
Last [D] I checked, your love [E] life is a pile of [G] shit.
Oh, [Dm] Blitzo, I used to date a_
Oh, [A] Horoscope, you're here.
A stroke on [Dm] my paleta.
[A] Yeah, but when [D] it was my turn,
[A] he didn't know [D] reciprocating.
[C#m] A selfish imp in the [D] sheets.
I'm just as bad in the [E] streets.
A reckless, heart [Fm]-breaking freak.
[C#] What was that at your table?
[A] Is your date a demon prince?
[F#] Stones, is that you?
[A] Are you sleeping with an imp?
[Bm] Whoo!
My dark lord, how the mighty do fall.
[A] He used to have a smoking wife, a kid, you had it all.
[G] I hope you didn't give it up [C#] so you and him could get it all.
You sold your life for [F#m] a crust.
Now that's the spirit [Bm] of lust.
Grab your broiler [C#] or a bust.
You better get your [B] hair mussed.
Pretend you don't see [C#] that crust.
I'll take you down to [Bm] the dust.
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