Chords for House of Asmodeus | Helluva Boss | (No interruptions/breaks)
Tempo:
69.55 bpm
Chords used:
C#
Bm
F#m
A
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Who's singing love songs in [A] my lustful lounge?
Ozzy's ain't the place for sentimental sounds.
[B] What'd you expect from a [C#] proprietor like us?
Your demon host, [C#m] Osmodeus, the embodiment of lust.
[F#m] Give me a thrust.
You're [Bm] short, slur.
[G] From the [C#] groin to the bust, in [Bm] desire we trust, in the [F#m] house of Osmodeus.
Trumpet!
[A] Here's a little imp, you came [C#] here to sing your [D] serenade,
or form your feelings on a velvety stage.
[C#] Well, we got a [F#m] saying that's popular in these parts.
[C#] Only little bitches strum the strings of their [F#m] heart.
You wanna hang around this lustful town?
Ditch the lovey-dovey before we knock you [Bm] around.
Here we sing about wants and [C#] desires.
Defravity, savagery, loins hotter than fire.
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 crust [C#] and tacit and loud.
Be [Bm] sure to rhyme thong and schlong.
[C#] Go ahead, get mics on.
Who's that at your table?
[F] Is your date a demon prince?
Stone, is [A] that you?
Are you sleeping with an imp?
[Bm] My dark lord, how the mighty do fall.
[A] You 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 on.
You sold your life for a [F#m] thrust.
Now that's the spirit [Bm] of lust.
Grab your groin or [C#] a bust, prepare to get your [Bm] hair plucked.
Pretend you don't see that [C#] crust.
Until you feel it too.
[Bm] In [C#] the house of Osmodeus.
Ozzy's ain't the place for sentimental sounds.
[B] What'd you expect from a [C#] proprietor like us?
Your demon host, [C#m] Osmodeus, the embodiment of lust.
[F#m] Give me a thrust.
You're [Bm] short, slur.
[G] From the [C#] groin to the bust, in [Bm] desire we trust, in the [F#m] house of Osmodeus.
Trumpet!
[A] Here's a little imp, you came [C#] here to sing your [D] serenade,
or form your feelings on a velvety stage.
[C#] Well, we got a [F#m] saying that's popular in these parts.
[C#] Only little bitches strum the strings of their [F#m] heart.
You wanna hang around this lustful town?
Ditch the lovey-dovey before we knock you [Bm] around.
Here we sing about wants and [C#] desires.
Defravity, savagery, loins hotter than fire.
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 crust [C#] and tacit and loud.
Be [Bm] sure to rhyme thong and schlong.
[C#] Go ahead, get mics on.
Who's that at your table?
[F] Is your date a demon prince?
Stone, is [A] that you?
Are you sleeping with an imp?
[Bm] My dark lord, how the mighty do fall.
[A] You 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 on.
You sold your life for a [F#m] thrust.
Now that's the spirit [Bm] of lust.
Grab your groin or [C#] a bust, prepare to get your [Bm] hair plucked.
Pretend you don't see that [C#] crust.
Until you feel it too.
[Bm] In [C#] the house of Osmodeus.
Key:
C#
Bm
F#m
A
G
C#
Bm
F#m
Who's singing love songs in [A] my lustful lounge?
Ozzy's ain't the place for sentimental sounds.
[B] What'd you expect from a [C#] proprietor like us?
Your demon host, [C#m] Osmodeus, the embodiment of lust.
_ [F#m] Give me a thrust.
You're [Bm] short, slur.
[G] From the [C#] groin to the bust, in [Bm] desire we trust, in the [F#m] house of Osmodeus.
Trumpet!
[A] Here's a little imp, you came [C#] here to sing your [D] serenade,
or form your feelings on a velvety stage.
[C#] Well, we got a [F#m] saying that's popular in these parts.
[C#] Only little bitches strum the strings of their [F#m] heart.
You wanna hang around this lustful town?
Ditch the lovey-dovey before we knock you [Bm] around.
Here we sing about wants and [C#] desires.
Defravity, savagery, loins hotter than fire.
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 crust [C#] and tacit and loud.
Be [Bm] sure to rhyme thong and schlong.
[C#] Go ahead, get mics on.
Who's that at your table?
[F] Is your date a demon prince?
Stone, is [A] that you?
Are you sleeping with an imp?
[Bm] My dark lord, how the mighty do fall.
[A] You 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 on.
You sold your life for a [F#m] thrust.
Now that's the spirit [Bm] of lust.
Grab your groin or [C#] a bust, prepare to get your [Bm] hair plucked.
Pretend you don't see that [C#] crust.
Until you feel it too.
[Bm] In [C#] the house of _ _ Osmodeus.
Ozzy's ain't the place for sentimental sounds.
[B] What'd you expect from a [C#] proprietor like us?
Your demon host, [C#m] Osmodeus, the embodiment of lust.
_ [F#m] Give me a thrust.
You're [Bm] short, slur.
[G] From the [C#] groin to the bust, in [Bm] desire we trust, in the [F#m] house of Osmodeus.
Trumpet!
[A] Here's a little imp, you came [C#] here to sing your [D] serenade,
or form your feelings on a velvety stage.
[C#] Well, we got a [F#m] saying that's popular in these parts.
[C#] Only little bitches strum the strings of their [F#m] heart.
You wanna hang around this lustful town?
Ditch the lovey-dovey before we knock you [Bm] around.
Here we sing about wants and [C#] desires.
Defravity, savagery, loins hotter than fire.
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 crust [C#] and tacit and loud.
Be [Bm] sure to rhyme thong and schlong.
[C#] Go ahead, get mics on.
Who's that at your table?
[F] Is your date a demon prince?
Stone, is [A] that you?
Are you sleeping with an imp?
[Bm] My dark lord, how the mighty do fall.
[A] You 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 on.
You sold your life for a [F#m] thrust.
Now that's the spirit [Bm] of lust.
Grab your groin or [C#] a bust, prepare to get your [Bm] hair plucked.
Pretend you don't see that [C#] crust.
Until you feel it too.
[Bm] In [C#] the house of _ _ Osmodeus.