Chords for Mischief Brew - Roll Me Through The Gates of Hell

I am a [C] leader but you [G] will not follow [C] me.
[F] I ain't no preacher for I'm full [G] of blasphemy.
[C] See you in [F] hell boys.
[C] _ _ _ See you in [F] hell boys.
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ [C]
Hey!
_ _ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ [G] _ Like an angel who's been dancing [E] with some [G] devils.
I'm a bad girl with a hope [E] for a better day.
[G] _ _
My laughter is [A] spiced with [G] mischief. _
I won't toss salt [E] just in a ball [D] play.
[C] When you offer pink or blue [E] I'll take [G] blackest.
When you offer only two [E] I'll offer three.
[G] _ When you point me in a direction [Am] I'll run [G] backwards.
And at the border of [Em] utopia I'll toast you at [D] arcade.
_ _ [F] Spire and rock I'm coming home [D] to you.
When I'm [F] picking the bones out of my dinner stew.
[Dm] Open up the [C] gates of hell and roam [F] me through.
Spire [G] and rock I'm coming home [C] to you.
[F] I am a leader [C] but you will [G] not follow [C] me.
[F] I ain't no preacher [C] for I'm full of [G] blasphemy.
See you in hell [C] boys.
_ _ [G] See you in hell _ [C] boys.
_ [G] _ [C] Hey!
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ [G] _ Soldier saying singing [A] zombies rising up.
[G] _ [C] Well if it isn't secretary [Am] of no [D] state.
No [C] state!
Got ranchers rocking [E] bottles in my tool [G] pouch.
My desire is [E] society's jail [G] bait.
Call sailors, tons of guys are moping [E] about the work [G] day.
Dime [C] is by the dust.
Your song weighs [A] a thousand [G] pounds.
But there's nothing like a lady [E] with a [G] buzzsaw.
_ [C]
I just might build your [A] house but I [G] just might tear it [D] down.
_ Cause Spire [F] and rock I'm coming home [D] to you.
When I'm picking [F] the bones out of my dinner [D] stew.
Open up the [C] gates of hell and [F] roam me through.
Spire [G] and rock I'm coming home [C] to you.
I [F] am a leader [C] but you will not [G] follow [C] me.
I [F] ain't no preacher [C] for I'm [G] full of blasphemy.
[C] See you in [F] hell [C] boys.
_ [G] _ See you in [F] hell boys.
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ [C] _
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_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ Yes, Markieff, I will surely [E] have another.
_ [G] _ _ To the witches, to the [Ab] goblins and the [G] trolls. _
I'll [C] be coming to [G] recruit your [E] rebel children.
[G] _ There [C] ain't no use in [Ab] locking doors.
There's [E] one of me in [D] every hole.
[Dm] _ _ [F] Ringlord on my boots and blood on my jeans.
I'll take those bloody dress and paramount [D] to see.
Roaming through the [C] gates of hell.
_ [F] I'll flee and I'll [G] be back in your daughter's dreams.
I am a leader but _ _ _ [C] _
I'm no preacher for I'm full of [G] blasphemy.
[C] See you in hell [F] boys.
[C] See [G] you in hell [C] _
[F] boys.
_ [C] See [G] you in hell. _
_ _ _ _ _ [Abm] See you in [C] hell boys. _ _ _ _
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