Apocalyptic Lipped Chords by Sasquatch And The Sick-A-Billys

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[Em] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
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[Am] _ [D#] _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ Sometimes I wonder, [E] _ _ _ when this world's gone to, _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [B]
to this gun white and [Em] blue.
Numbness from [A] blindness, [C] death from big white [B] lies.
Now [D] I'm the hunter, it's time [E] to revivalize. _ _ _ _ _
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[G] _ _ [B] _ _ [D] _ _ [Am] _ [E] _
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_ _ Before the [A] end comes, _
[Em] _ or I fucking know it's soon.
I _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [B] _ haunt the last gun white attacks.
[D] _ [N] _ _ _ _
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It _ _ [A] _ [Am] started with the question, [Bm] before the bloody end to all [A] that's wrong.
Three to two, eight minutes [Bm] gone.
Three, twelve, [E] hour's gone. _ _
Jump in the fire. _ _ _
Climb up the hill.
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[Am] _ Watch to [F#m] hold you, the devil wants to kill.
[Em] Swallow your [A] pride, it's all you have to do.
[B] I'm [F#m] not a fool, and here I stand.
[Am] I _ understand who owns this land.
[B] I'm just here to do what's right.
[Am] Kill the ones who swallow life.
[Em]
[B] I'm a parka, [F#m] [B] limp dick, limp toe through the board.
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