Chords for Seven
Tempo:
81.8 bpm
Chords used:
A
C
Am
E
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Help his skin, untask it The scarecrow's out his casket
Turn out the lights and knock the door Praying that he passes
A vision of the dead in the ambretta backwards Motherfucker born [A] inside a tool shed
Mama never loved me, never paid me no attention [A] Daddy was a rapist, [C] thirty years upstate
[A] Fulton County Prison, and I was raised by my own will
Surviving off of scraps of bones, bear traps and roadkill
Spending my days and my nights all alone And my mind is gone, there's something wrong
With my daughter, she should've put me in a tomb I didn't ask for this life
When they cut me out the womb with a dull pocket knife
Now I walk with a sulk and a murderous ability A corn [Am]-fed motherfucker filled [A] with hostility
Cracked out and I'm gone off that moonshine A hundred-eighty fruit wine made from a muscadine
Out in these cornfields, learning all these wicked skills
Swinging, [Am] slicing, chopping dice, a country boy born to kill
A demon spawned, a child of a bastard [F#] son Seven born of seven, and a seventh [A] child fathered one
A soul black full of pain Bodies in the field, blood pouring like rain
[C] A demon spawned, a child of a bastard [F#] son Seven born of seven, and a seventh [A] child fathered one
A soul black full of pain Bodies in the field, blood pouring like rain
Don't get lost in the woods in your black expedition On a dark [G] dirt road so suspicious, [A] just using ditches
Headlights flicker and a scotch, you're turning switches Now you're so [C] damn scared you're about to shit in [A] your bitches
You can't think straight, all you hear is heavy breathing All your eyes just deceiving what it is that you're seeing
When I pull up in the A-fold, pistol in the flow-bolt Blast out your back glass, got you screaming, no, no
You're fiddling motories and then you're about to find out What it is to suffer with a rusted blade in your mouth
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide Being starved by the scarecrow, the bloodline of Malachi
I hear these wolves just talking, they won't leave me alone Tell me snatches, get your fire hair
And drag her home, over my shoulder, in the back of a pickup truck Can't wait to get [Am] her home and hold her, bleed her then, chop her up
A demon spawned, a child of a bastard son [B] Seven born of seven, and a seventh child [A] fathered one
A soul black, full of pain, pain Bodies in the field, blood pouring like rain
[C] A demon spawned, a child of [F#] a bastard son Seven born of seven, and a seventh child [A] fathered one
A soul black, full of pain, pain Bodies in the field, blood pouring like rain
A test, get a task, get the scarecrow out of cash Get turned out the lights and lock the door
Praying that he pass
[Am] A test, get a task, [E] get the scarecrow [B] out of cash [A] Get turned out the lights and lock the door
Praying that he pass
[C] A test, get a task, [E] get the scarecrow out of cash [A] Get turned out the lights and lock the door
Praying that he pass
[C] A test, get a task, [E] get the scarecrow out of cash [A] Get turned out the lights and lock the door
Praying that he pass
[C] A test, get a task, [E] get the scarecrow out of cash [A] Get turned out the lights and lock the door
Praying that he pass
[N]
Turn out the lights and knock the door Praying that he passes
A vision of the dead in the ambretta backwards Motherfucker born [A] inside a tool shed
Mama never loved me, never paid me no attention [A] Daddy was a rapist, [C] thirty years upstate
[A] Fulton County Prison, and I was raised by my own will
Surviving off of scraps of bones, bear traps and roadkill
Spending my days and my nights all alone And my mind is gone, there's something wrong
With my daughter, she should've put me in a tomb I didn't ask for this life
When they cut me out the womb with a dull pocket knife
Now I walk with a sulk and a murderous ability A corn [Am]-fed motherfucker filled [A] with hostility
Cracked out and I'm gone off that moonshine A hundred-eighty fruit wine made from a muscadine
Out in these cornfields, learning all these wicked skills
Swinging, [Am] slicing, chopping dice, a country boy born to kill
A demon spawned, a child of a bastard [F#] son Seven born of seven, and a seventh [A] child fathered one
A soul black full of pain Bodies in the field, blood pouring like rain
[C] A demon spawned, a child of a bastard [F#] son Seven born of seven, and a seventh [A] child fathered one
A soul black full of pain Bodies in the field, blood pouring like rain
Don't get lost in the woods in your black expedition On a dark [G] dirt road so suspicious, [A] just using ditches
Headlights flicker and a scotch, you're turning switches Now you're so [C] damn scared you're about to shit in [A] your bitches
You can't think straight, all you hear is heavy breathing All your eyes just deceiving what it is that you're seeing
When I pull up in the A-fold, pistol in the flow-bolt Blast out your back glass, got you screaming, no, no
You're fiddling motories and then you're about to find out What it is to suffer with a rusted blade in your mouth
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide Being starved by the scarecrow, the bloodline of Malachi
I hear these wolves just talking, they won't leave me alone Tell me snatches, get your fire hair
And drag her home, over my shoulder, in the back of a pickup truck Can't wait to get [Am] her home and hold her, bleed her then, chop her up
A demon spawned, a child of a bastard son [B] Seven born of seven, and a seventh child [A] fathered one
A soul black, full of pain, pain Bodies in the field, blood pouring like rain
[C] A demon spawned, a child of [F#] a bastard son Seven born of seven, and a seventh child [A] fathered one
A soul black, full of pain, pain Bodies in the field, blood pouring like rain
A test, get a task, get the scarecrow out of cash Get turned out the lights and lock the door
Praying that he pass
[Am] A test, get a task, [E] get the scarecrow [B] out of cash [A] Get turned out the lights and lock the door
Praying that he pass
[C] A test, get a task, [E] get the scarecrow out of cash [A] Get turned out the lights and lock the door
Praying that he pass
[C] A test, get a task, [E] get the scarecrow out of cash [A] Get turned out the lights and lock the door
Praying that he pass
[C] A test, get a task, [E] get the scarecrow out of cash [A] Get turned out the lights and lock the door
Praying that he pass
[N]
Key:
A
C
Am
E
F#
A
C
Am
Help his skin, untask it The scarecrow's out his casket
Turn out the lights and knock the door Praying that he passes
A vision of the dead in the ambretta backwards Motherfucker born [A] inside a tool shed
Mama never loved me, never paid me no attention [A] Daddy was a rapist, [C] thirty years upstate
[A] Fulton County Prison, and I was raised by my own will
Surviving off of scraps of bones, bear traps and roadkill
Spending my days and my nights all alone And my mind is gone, there's something wrong
With my daughter, she should've put me in a tomb I didn't ask for this life
When they cut me out the womb with a dull pocket knife
Now I walk with a sulk and a murderous ability A corn [Am]-fed motherfucker filled [A] with hostility
Cracked out and I'm gone off that moonshine A hundred-eighty fruit wine made from a muscadine
Out in these cornfields, learning all these wicked skills
Swinging, [Am] slicing, chopping dice, a country boy born to kill
A demon spawned, a child of a bastard [F#] son Seven born of seven, and a seventh [A] child fathered one
A soul black full of pain Bodies in the field, blood pouring like rain
[C] A demon spawned, a child of a bastard [F#] son Seven born of seven, and a seventh [A] child fathered one
A soul black full of pain Bodies in the field, blood pouring like rain
Don't get lost in the woods in your black expedition On a dark [G] dirt road so suspicious, [A] just using ditches
Headlights flicker and a scotch, you're turning switches Now you're so [C] damn scared you're about to shit in [A] your bitches
You can't think straight, all you hear is heavy breathing All your eyes just deceiving what it is that you're seeing
When I pull up in the A-fold, pistol in the flow-bolt Blast out your back glass, got you screaming, no, no
You're fiddling motories and then you're about to find out What it is to suffer with a rusted blade in your mouth
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide Being starved by the scarecrow, the bloodline of Malachi
I hear these wolves just talking, they won't leave me alone Tell me snatches, get your fire hair
And drag her home, over my shoulder, in the back of a pickup truck Can't wait to get [Am] her home and hold her, bleed her then, chop her up
A demon spawned, a child of a bastard son [B] Seven born of seven, and a seventh child [A] fathered one
A soul black, full of pain, pain Bodies in the field, blood pouring like rain
[C] A demon spawned, a child of [F#] a bastard son Seven born of seven, and a seventh child [A] fathered one
A soul black, full of pain, pain Bodies in the field, blood pouring like rain
A test, get a task, get the scarecrow out of cash Get turned out the lights and lock the door
Praying that he pass
[Am] A test, get a task, [E] get the scarecrow [B] out of cash [A] Get turned out the lights and lock the door
Praying that he pass
[C] A test, get a task, [E] get the scarecrow out of cash [A] Get turned out the lights and lock the door
Praying that he pass
[C] A test, get a task, [E] get the scarecrow out of cash [A] Get turned out the lights and lock the door
Praying that he pass
[C] A test, get a task, [E] get the scarecrow out of cash [A] Get turned out the lights and lock the door
Praying that he pass
[N] _
Turn out the lights and knock the door Praying that he passes
A vision of the dead in the ambretta backwards Motherfucker born [A] inside a tool shed
Mama never loved me, never paid me no attention [A] Daddy was a rapist, [C] thirty years upstate
[A] Fulton County Prison, and I was raised by my own will
Surviving off of scraps of bones, bear traps and roadkill
Spending my days and my nights all alone And my mind is gone, there's something wrong
With my daughter, she should've put me in a tomb I didn't ask for this life
When they cut me out the womb with a dull pocket knife
Now I walk with a sulk and a murderous ability A corn [Am]-fed motherfucker filled [A] with hostility
Cracked out and I'm gone off that moonshine A hundred-eighty fruit wine made from a muscadine
Out in these cornfields, learning all these wicked skills
Swinging, [Am] slicing, chopping dice, a country boy born to kill
A demon spawned, a child of a bastard [F#] son Seven born of seven, and a seventh [A] child fathered one
A soul black full of pain Bodies in the field, blood pouring like rain
[C] A demon spawned, a child of a bastard [F#] son Seven born of seven, and a seventh [A] child fathered one
A soul black full of pain Bodies in the field, blood pouring like rain
Don't get lost in the woods in your black expedition On a dark [G] dirt road so suspicious, [A] just using ditches
Headlights flicker and a scotch, you're turning switches Now you're so [C] damn scared you're about to shit in [A] your bitches
You can't think straight, all you hear is heavy breathing All your eyes just deceiving what it is that you're seeing
When I pull up in the A-fold, pistol in the flow-bolt Blast out your back glass, got you screaming, no, no
You're fiddling motories and then you're about to find out What it is to suffer with a rusted blade in your mouth
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide Being starved by the scarecrow, the bloodline of Malachi
I hear these wolves just talking, they won't leave me alone Tell me snatches, get your fire hair
And drag her home, over my shoulder, in the back of a pickup truck Can't wait to get [Am] her home and hold her, bleed her then, chop her up
A demon spawned, a child of a bastard son [B] Seven born of seven, and a seventh child [A] fathered one
A soul black, full of pain, pain Bodies in the field, blood pouring like rain
[C] A demon spawned, a child of [F#] a bastard son Seven born of seven, and a seventh child [A] fathered one
A soul black, full of pain, pain Bodies in the field, blood pouring like rain
A test, get a task, get the scarecrow out of cash Get turned out the lights and lock the door
Praying that he pass
[Am] A test, get a task, [E] get the scarecrow [B] out of cash [A] Get turned out the lights and lock the door
Praying that he pass
[C] A test, get a task, [E] get the scarecrow out of cash [A] Get turned out the lights and lock the door
Praying that he pass
[C] A test, get a task, [E] get the scarecrow out of cash [A] Get turned out the lights and lock the door
Praying that he pass
[C] A test, get a task, [E] get the scarecrow out of cash [A] Get turned out the lights and lock the door
Praying that he pass
[N] _