Chords for NECRO - "YOU DID IT" (off the album - THE PRE-FIX FOR DEATH)
Tempo:
90 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
Eb
E
B
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] We're [D] the fucking silent riot every man of suicide, suicide, suicide.
[Bb]
[E] [B] [Eb] [Bb]
Suicide.
[Eb] [Bb]
[E] [B] [Eb] [Bb]
Suicide.
[Eb] You wanna [Bb] die intentionally, due to your [E] masochist nature, your [B] impatient [Eb] death comes eventually, but you want it's [Bb] gratification.
Suicide's been attempted, you're not alive [Eb] if you meant it, and if you survive you'll be [Bb] labeled demented and sent to somewhere expensive.
[E] But they'll [B] keep you stable with [Eb] narcotics strapped to a table in a place [Bb] full of psychotics.
Locked in a rubber room unable to back your skull or [Eb] hang yourself with a cable, it's ironic like a [Bb] fable.
Depression has infected [E] you, you're under the [B] impression [Eb] it's best to put a tack to your neck and apply [Bb] pressure.
To the trigger mechanism, how you figure it's less of a prison, [Eb] on the other side where you've died you can't come back [Bb] if it isn't.
The unknown, the [E] afterlife, and where we [B] go after we [Eb] die to find out before it's your time you'd have to [Bb] sacrifice.
Like Japanese pilots did, for their cause believing [Eb] there's something beautiful to balance the violent [Bb] jet.
You did it, son you [E] did it, you [B] put the gun [Eb] into your mouth and blasted yourself, and that [Bb] dickhead, you can't come back.
You regret it but you're dead, it's just [Eb] committed a suicide and your whole head is [Bb] shredded.
You did it, son you [E] did it, you [B] put the gun into your mouth and blasted [Bb] yourself, and that dickhead, you can't come back.
You regret it but you're dead, it's just [Eb] committed a suicide.
[Bb] Drinking cyanide, use a [E] beverage, use [B] a rod to [Eb] tighten a loop of rope around your neck to fuse and [Bb] leverage.
Asphyxiation brain hemorrhage, chopped in half by [Eb] a band saw, take a second from [Bb] life to stop and laugh.
I can't imagine the pain you feel, [E] you're not [B] a coward, you're [Eb] brave, you allowed your head to be decapitated [Bb] by a train wheel.
Races to the throat, methamphetamine ducts, [Eb] suicide epilogue, end of scene, cut.
[Bb] You could jump in front of a truck and be a [E] corpse in the [B] street or try to go [Eb] out dramatically like Natalie Portman in [Bb] Eats.
Seven days underwater at 20 degrees Celsius, overdose [Eb] of jaboppy soup and taking a shit like [Bb] Elvis.
Bounding your underwear with a [E] gun in your [B] hand and a [Eb] suicide note next to you hoping we'd [Bb] understand.
If you got a problem, suicide'll solve it, [Eb] check out the hook, barbed [Bb] wire with a revolver.
You did it, son you [E] did it, you [B] put the gun [Eb] into your mouth and blasted yourself, and that [Bb] dickhead, you can't come back.
You regret it but you're dead and you [Eb] committed a suicide and your whole head is [Bb] shredded.
You did it, son you [E] did it, you [B] put the gun into your mouth and [Bb] blasted yourself, and that dickhead, you can't come back.
You regret it but you're dead and you [Eb] committed a suicide.
[Bb] [E] [B] [Eb] [Bb]
[E] [B] [Eb] [Bb]
[Eb] [Bb]
[E] [B] [Eb] [Bb]
[Eb] [Bb]
[E] [C] [N]
[Bb]
[E] [B] [Eb] [Bb]
Suicide.
[Eb] [Bb]
[E] [B] [Eb] [Bb]
Suicide.
[Eb] You wanna [Bb] die intentionally, due to your [E] masochist nature, your [B] impatient [Eb] death comes eventually, but you want it's [Bb] gratification.
Suicide's been attempted, you're not alive [Eb] if you meant it, and if you survive you'll be [Bb] labeled demented and sent to somewhere expensive.
[E] But they'll [B] keep you stable with [Eb] narcotics strapped to a table in a place [Bb] full of psychotics.
Locked in a rubber room unable to back your skull or [Eb] hang yourself with a cable, it's ironic like a [Bb] fable.
Depression has infected [E] you, you're under the [B] impression [Eb] it's best to put a tack to your neck and apply [Bb] pressure.
To the trigger mechanism, how you figure it's less of a prison, [Eb] on the other side where you've died you can't come back [Bb] if it isn't.
The unknown, the [E] afterlife, and where we [B] go after we [Eb] die to find out before it's your time you'd have to [Bb] sacrifice.
Like Japanese pilots did, for their cause believing [Eb] there's something beautiful to balance the violent [Bb] jet.
You did it, son you [E] did it, you [B] put the gun [Eb] into your mouth and blasted yourself, and that [Bb] dickhead, you can't come back.
You regret it but you're dead, it's just [Eb] committed a suicide and your whole head is [Bb] shredded.
You did it, son you [E] did it, you [B] put the gun into your mouth and blasted [Bb] yourself, and that dickhead, you can't come back.
You regret it but you're dead, it's just [Eb] committed a suicide.
[Bb] Drinking cyanide, use a [E] beverage, use [B] a rod to [Eb] tighten a loop of rope around your neck to fuse and [Bb] leverage.
Asphyxiation brain hemorrhage, chopped in half by [Eb] a band saw, take a second from [Bb] life to stop and laugh.
I can't imagine the pain you feel, [E] you're not [B] a coward, you're [Eb] brave, you allowed your head to be decapitated [Bb] by a train wheel.
Races to the throat, methamphetamine ducts, [Eb] suicide epilogue, end of scene, cut.
[Bb] You could jump in front of a truck and be a [E] corpse in the [B] street or try to go [Eb] out dramatically like Natalie Portman in [Bb] Eats.
Seven days underwater at 20 degrees Celsius, overdose [Eb] of jaboppy soup and taking a shit like [Bb] Elvis.
Bounding your underwear with a [E] gun in your [B] hand and a [Eb] suicide note next to you hoping we'd [Bb] understand.
If you got a problem, suicide'll solve it, [Eb] check out the hook, barbed [Bb] wire with a revolver.
You did it, son you [E] did it, you [B] put the gun [Eb] into your mouth and blasted yourself, and that [Bb] dickhead, you can't come back.
You regret it but you're dead and you [Eb] committed a suicide and your whole head is [Bb] shredded.
You did it, son you [E] did it, you [B] put the gun into your mouth and [Bb] blasted yourself, and that dickhead, you can't come back.
You regret it but you're dead and you [Eb] committed a suicide.
[Bb] [E] [B] [Eb] [Bb]
[E] [B] [Eb] [Bb]
[Eb] [Bb]
[E] [B] [Eb] [Bb]
[Eb] [Bb]
[E] [C] [N]
Key:
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Eb
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_ [G] We're _ _ [D] the fucking silent riot every man of suicide, suicide, suicide.
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_ [E] _ [B] _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
Suicide.
_ [Eb] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ [E] _ [B] _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
Suicide.
_ [Eb] _ You wanna [Bb] die intentionally, due to your [E] masochist nature, your [B] impatient [Eb] death comes eventually, but you want it's [Bb] gratification.
Suicide's been attempted, you're not alive [Eb] if you meant it, and if you survive you'll be [Bb] labeled demented and sent to somewhere expensive.
[E] But they'll [B] keep you stable with [Eb] narcotics strapped to a table in a place [Bb] full of psychotics.
Locked in a rubber room unable to back your skull or [Eb] hang yourself with a cable, it's ironic like a [Bb] fable.
Depression has infected [E] you, you're under the [B] impression [Eb] it's best to put a tack to your neck and apply [Bb] pressure.
To the trigger mechanism, how you figure it's less of a prison, [Eb] on the other side where you've died you can't come back [Bb] if it isn't.
The unknown, the [E] afterlife, and where we [B] go after we [Eb] die to find out before it's your time you'd have to [Bb] sacrifice.
Like Japanese pilots did, for their cause believing [Eb] there's something beautiful to balance the violent [Bb] jet.
You did it, son you [E] did it, you [B] put the gun [Eb] into your mouth and blasted yourself, and that [Bb] dickhead, you can't come back.
You regret it but you're dead, it's just [Eb] committed a suicide and your whole head is [Bb] shredded.
You did it, son you [E] did it, you [B] put the gun into your mouth and blasted [Bb] yourself, and that dickhead, you can't come back.
You regret it but you're dead, it's just [Eb] committed a suicide.
_ [Bb] Drinking cyanide, use a [E] beverage, use [B] a rod to [Eb] tighten a loop of rope around your neck to fuse and [Bb] leverage.
Asphyxiation brain hemorrhage, chopped in half by [Eb] a band saw, take a second from [Bb] life to stop and laugh.
I can't imagine the pain you feel, [E] you're not [B] a coward, you're [Eb] brave, you allowed your head to be decapitated [Bb] by a train wheel.
Races to the throat, methamphetamine ducts, [Eb] suicide epilogue, end of scene, cut.
[Bb] You could jump in front of a truck and be a [E] corpse in the [B] street or try to go [Eb] out dramatically like Natalie Portman in [Bb] Eats.
Seven days underwater at 20 degrees Celsius, overdose [Eb] of jaboppy soup and taking a shit like [Bb] Elvis.
Bounding your underwear with a [E] gun in your [B] hand and a [Eb] suicide note next to you hoping we'd [Bb] understand.
If you got a problem, suicide'll solve it, [Eb] check out the hook, barbed [Bb] wire with a revolver.
You did it, son you [E] did it, you [B] put the gun [Eb] into your mouth and blasted yourself, and that [Bb] dickhead, you can't come back.
You regret it but you're dead and you [Eb] committed a suicide and your whole head is [Bb] shredded.
You did it, son you [E] did it, you [B] put the gun into your mouth and [Bb] blasted yourself, and that dickhead, you can't come back.
You regret it but you're dead and you [Eb] committed a suicide.
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_ [E] _ [C] _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
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_ [E] _ [B] _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
Suicide.
_ [Eb] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ [E] _ [B] _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
Suicide.
_ [Eb] _ You wanna [Bb] die intentionally, due to your [E] masochist nature, your [B] impatient [Eb] death comes eventually, but you want it's [Bb] gratification.
Suicide's been attempted, you're not alive [Eb] if you meant it, and if you survive you'll be [Bb] labeled demented and sent to somewhere expensive.
[E] But they'll [B] keep you stable with [Eb] narcotics strapped to a table in a place [Bb] full of psychotics.
Locked in a rubber room unable to back your skull or [Eb] hang yourself with a cable, it's ironic like a [Bb] fable.
Depression has infected [E] you, you're under the [B] impression [Eb] it's best to put a tack to your neck and apply [Bb] pressure.
To the trigger mechanism, how you figure it's less of a prison, [Eb] on the other side where you've died you can't come back [Bb] if it isn't.
The unknown, the [E] afterlife, and where we [B] go after we [Eb] die to find out before it's your time you'd have to [Bb] sacrifice.
Like Japanese pilots did, for their cause believing [Eb] there's something beautiful to balance the violent [Bb] jet.
You did it, son you [E] did it, you [B] put the gun [Eb] into your mouth and blasted yourself, and that [Bb] dickhead, you can't come back.
You regret it but you're dead, it's just [Eb] committed a suicide and your whole head is [Bb] shredded.
You did it, son you [E] did it, you [B] put the gun into your mouth and blasted [Bb] yourself, and that dickhead, you can't come back.
You regret it but you're dead, it's just [Eb] committed a suicide.
_ [Bb] Drinking cyanide, use a [E] beverage, use [B] a rod to [Eb] tighten a loop of rope around your neck to fuse and [Bb] leverage.
Asphyxiation brain hemorrhage, chopped in half by [Eb] a band saw, take a second from [Bb] life to stop and laugh.
I can't imagine the pain you feel, [E] you're not [B] a coward, you're [Eb] brave, you allowed your head to be decapitated [Bb] by a train wheel.
Races to the throat, methamphetamine ducts, [Eb] suicide epilogue, end of scene, cut.
[Bb] You could jump in front of a truck and be a [E] corpse in the [B] street or try to go [Eb] out dramatically like Natalie Portman in [Bb] Eats.
Seven days underwater at 20 degrees Celsius, overdose [Eb] of jaboppy soup and taking a shit like [Bb] Elvis.
Bounding your underwear with a [E] gun in your [B] hand and a [Eb] suicide note next to you hoping we'd [Bb] understand.
If you got a problem, suicide'll solve it, [Eb] check out the hook, barbed [Bb] wire with a revolver.
You did it, son you [E] did it, you [B] put the gun [Eb] into your mouth and blasted yourself, and that [Bb] dickhead, you can't come back.
You regret it but you're dead and you [Eb] committed a suicide and your whole head is [Bb] shredded.
You did it, son you [E] did it, you [B] put the gun into your mouth and [Bb] blasted yourself, and that dickhead, you can't come back.
You regret it but you're dead and you [Eb] committed a suicide.
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