Medication For The Melancholy Chords by Rob Zombie

[Ebm] _ _ _ And uh, great deal of my thoughts were [Gb] _ basically unshareable.
I [Ebm] just piss myself off.
_ _ _ I just ask anyone [Db] else in my house.
[Bm] I'm gonna [Eb] burn my house _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ down.
I'm gonna get you for killing Kylie.
I'm gonna kill your cheese.
I'm gonna roast you in a window of my house.
You made it into you sir.
I'm _ _ _ _ _ _ _ gonna take my fingers out. _ _
_ _ I'm gonna put a taste in your left finger, yeah.
I'm gonna slit right through your throat, yeah.
I'm gonna cut a moth in a pistol.
My house is right out door, Chicago.
I'm gonna take my fingers out. _ _
_ _ _ I'm gonna take my fingers out. _
I'm gonna take my fingers out.
[A] All the little girls are dry.
I'm gonna put a punch in their honey pie.
All the little [N] girls are sick. _
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_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ [Ebm] _ _
_ _ [Bbm] _ _ _ _ [Eb] The lesson on the lower realm not much too be useless.
Death may be your second class, it's our purist free time.
I'm gonna take my fingers out.
_ I'm gonna take my fingers out.
_ I'm gonna take my fingers out.
Girls that are loose.
I'm gonna take my fingers out.
[A] All the little girls are dry.
I'm gonna put a punch in their honey pie.
A little girl I've [Gb] seen _ _ _ _ _ _