Chords for Limp Bizkit - Creamer (All Radio is Dead)

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All radio is dead. _ _ _ _ _
All radio is dead.
_ _ _ _ [C#m] All radio is dead.
All _ radio is dead.
Dead.
Hey kid, who you looking at?
[A] Why you standing all up in my face like that?
[F#] Mom, you ain't never seen a baseball bat.
[C#m] A maniac knocking [B] on your baseball cap.
[C#m] You better step about ten paces [A] back.
Or you'll be laying where your shoelaces [F#] at.
Look at what your mama told you.
And [B] they'll be acting like a bomb,
thinking [C#m] you a soldier.
I see you got yourself a cell phone.
I [A] got a number you can call, so I'm making 911.
[F#] Tell them to stop at half-sauce,
I'm the break [E]-in.
Pick up some playmates, but only if they're naked.
[C#m] I don't know how you're doing in your city.
But [A] Brown, you be getting down to the nitty-gritty.
[G#] And I hate to put you out like that.
But [B] you be burning like a fire with a mount like that.
Take me [A] back to yesterday.
Rolling [A] dice and getting [Bm] laid.
Everything was a little gay.
Everything was a little gay.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
[B] But now and [A] then, my Rosen
[B] rains on [A] my bread and then
[B] talking [A] this out [B] again.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
[E] Oh, [C#m] oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Let's break it down for a minute.
And roll it [A] on up in third gear for a minute.
I got the [F#] 21s rubbing on my pants and
I [C#m] got girlies in the [E] backseat
rubbing on my friends' [C#m] hands.
I don't really give a fuck about [A] what these
playing-hating pussies give a fuck about.
Cause [F#] I'm a night ranger.
Never been a [B] stranger.
My two-way day [E] just look for some [C#m] danger.
Zoom lander, hit you with the [A] magnum.
Everybody gets a groove on if you have [F#] one.
And if you ain't got it, then admit [C#m] it.
It's Limp [B] Bizkit.
Time for you to get [C#m] it.
All around the world and it's 45 pre [A]-mo.
Everywhere that we go, we watch it on the T [F#]-bow.
And now you're laying in the bed, you may
[B] drink a hit or rave.
[E] Think about it.
[B] Take me back to yesterday.
_ Rolling [A] dice and getting [F#] laid.
Everything was a little [Bm] gay.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
[B] But now I'm [A] in, my rolls [B] in.
Rains on [A] my parade and [B] then talking [A] this
and that [B] against the rules.
Oh, oh, oh, _ _ _ oh.
[F#] _ [C#] They can
bet you're [C#m] all bad
in [E] this song.
I got my trio.
[F#]
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
_ Sorry, they can bet [C#] you're
all bad in [E] this song.
Man, I got [F#] my trio. _
_ _ [C#] _ Radio is dead. _
Radio is [C#m] dead.
Let me guess, you ain't that [A] impressed.
Mr.
Palatosis of the breath.
[F#] Living lifestyles of the wish you would.
[E] From the back aisles of the thrifty goods.
[C#m] See, I got room to talk,
kid.
[A] I've been laying this track
since North Carolina.
[F#] In the very
first day that you fell out the sack.
[B] I was in some fat [C#m] laces spinning on my back.
Let me dig, let me roll, let me ride.
[A] Let me put some funk in the trunk
to the [D#] vibe and a memory that can
ease your pain [C#m] like a melody
[B] from Kurt Cobain.
[C#m] Cause you
never know when it's all gonna [A] end.
And you never know when you'll call on a friend.
[D#] So you better take a step to prepare yourself.
[B] Cause the way you're living [C#] now
ain't good for your health.
They _ can bet you're [C#m] all
bad in this song.
[E] I got my [F#] trio.
All radio is
dead.
[C#] Still, they can
bet you're all bad
in this song.
Man, I got my [B] trio.
[F#] All radio is dead.
_ [C#] They can bet
you're all bad
in [E] this song.
I got [F#] my trio.
All radio is dead.
Still, they can bet you're
all [C#m] bad in [E] this
song.
Man, I got
[F#] my trio.
All radio is [C#] dead.
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_ _ _ All _ radio is dead.
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