Chords for The Arrogant Worms - Carrot Juice is Murder
Tempo:
176.05 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
F#m
D
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E]
[A] Listen up, brothers [F#m] and sisters, [D] come hear my [A] desperate say.
I speak of our friends of nature, [D] trapped [E] in the dirt [A] like a jam.
[E] Vegetables live in [F#m] oppression, [D] served on our [A] tables each night.
They still eat enough that Jesus [F#m] madness, [Bm] I [E] say we take up [A] the fight.
[E] Salads are only [A] for [E] murderers, post-loss of [A] fascist [E] regimes.
Don't think that they don't [A] have feelings, [Bm] just cause a [E] radish can't scream.
[A]
The beans [F#m] of the vegetables scream, [D] punching their skins [E] deep.
Having their inside [A]
treated [E] and steamed with [F#m] no mercy.
I'm [D] tattering, [E] how do you think [A] that I feel bad?
It hurts really bad.
That [E] just constitutes [F#m]
murder, and [D] that's a real crime.
Greenhouses, green [E] disposal lanes, that's my vegetable town.
[A] It's time to [C#m] stop all [F#m] this gardening, it's dirty as hell.
Let's [E] call a strike, the heat [A] is pain.
I saw [C#m] a man [F#m] eating celery, [D] so I beat him [A] black and blue.
If he [E] ever touches [F#m] a sprout again, I'll [E] bite him clean [A] and pitch.
[E] [F#m] All through his head, [D] trapped in a
[A] windowless cage.
Cause I stopped [E] the slaughter [F#m] of tribes, [D] by killing [E] five men [A] in a race.
[E] I told the judge when [A] he sentenced [E] me, this is my finest hour.
I'd kill those [A] farmers again, just [D] to save one more [E] cauliflower.
[A] I've heard [E] the screams [F#m] of the vegetables, screaming, [D] punching their [E] skins deep.
Having their insides [A] treated and steamed with [F#m] no mercy.
I'm [D] tattering, how [E] do you think that [A] I feel bad?
It hurts really bad.
That just [F#m] constitutes murder, and
[D] that's a real crime.
[Bm] Greenhouses, green [E] disposal lanes, that's my vegetable town.
[A] It's time to [E] stop all [F#m] this gardening, it's dirty [Bm] as hell.
Let's [E] call a strike, [A] the heat is pain.
[Bm]
How low must we fall [F#m] to eat his soup?
[D]
[A]
[Bm] Untie your feet, [F#m]
uncage your tomatoes.
[D] Let potted plants breathe, [E] no massive [Bm] potato.
[E] Those beans right now, they're delicious.
[A]
[F#m]
[Bm] Punching their skins [F#m]
deep, [E] fazing the stir [A] fry, our scales.
[E] Breaking their skin with [F#m] no mercy.
You fat gourmet, [D] how [E] do you think [A] that I feel [E] bad?
[F#m]
[Bm]
Greenhouses, green [E] disposal lanes, it's [A] time to [C#m] stop all [F#] this gardening.
[A] Take up [Bm] macro [E]-vegetation.
It's pain, [A] it's pain.
It's a pain, it's a pain, it's a pain, it's a pain.
[E] [A]
[A] Listen up, brothers [F#m] and sisters, [D] come hear my [A] desperate say.
I speak of our friends of nature, [D] trapped [E] in the dirt [A] like a jam.
[E] Vegetables live in [F#m] oppression, [D] served on our [A] tables each night.
They still eat enough that Jesus [F#m] madness, [Bm] I [E] say we take up [A] the fight.
[E] Salads are only [A] for [E] murderers, post-loss of [A] fascist [E] regimes.
Don't think that they don't [A] have feelings, [Bm] just cause a [E] radish can't scream.
[A]
The beans [F#m] of the vegetables scream, [D] punching their skins [E] deep.
Having their inside [A]
treated [E] and steamed with [F#m] no mercy.
I'm [D] tattering, [E] how do you think [A] that I feel bad?
It hurts really bad.
That [E] just constitutes [F#m]
murder, and [D] that's a real crime.
Greenhouses, green [E] disposal lanes, that's my vegetable town.
[A] It's time to [C#m] stop all [F#m] this gardening, it's dirty as hell.
Let's [E] call a strike, the heat [A] is pain.
I saw [C#m] a man [F#m] eating celery, [D] so I beat him [A] black and blue.
If he [E] ever touches [F#m] a sprout again, I'll [E] bite him clean [A] and pitch.
[E] [F#m] All through his head, [D] trapped in a
[A] windowless cage.
Cause I stopped [E] the slaughter [F#m] of tribes, [D] by killing [E] five men [A] in a race.
[E] I told the judge when [A] he sentenced [E] me, this is my finest hour.
I'd kill those [A] farmers again, just [D] to save one more [E] cauliflower.
[A] I've heard [E] the screams [F#m] of the vegetables, screaming, [D] punching their [E] skins deep.
Having their insides [A] treated and steamed with [F#m] no mercy.
I'm [D] tattering, how [E] do you think that [A] I feel bad?
It hurts really bad.
That just [F#m] constitutes murder, and
[D] that's a real crime.
[Bm] Greenhouses, green [E] disposal lanes, that's my vegetable town.
[A] It's time to [E] stop all [F#m] this gardening, it's dirty [Bm] as hell.
Let's [E] call a strike, [A] the heat is pain.
[Bm]
How low must we fall [F#m] to eat his soup?
[D]
[A]
[Bm] Untie your feet, [F#m]
uncage your tomatoes.
[D] Let potted plants breathe, [E] no massive [Bm] potato.
[E] Those beans right now, they're delicious.
[A]
[F#m]
[Bm] Punching their skins [F#m]
deep, [E] fazing the stir [A] fry, our scales.
[E] Breaking their skin with [F#m] no mercy.
You fat gourmet, [D] how [E] do you think [A] that I feel [E] bad?
[F#m]
[Bm]
Greenhouses, green [E] disposal lanes, it's [A] time to [C#m] stop all [F#] this gardening.
[A] Take up [Bm] macro [E]-vegetation.
It's pain, [A] it's pain.
It's a pain, it's a pain, it's a pain, it's a pain.
[E] [A]
Key:
E
A
F#m
D
Bm
E
A
F#m
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] Listen up, brothers [F#m] and sisters, [D] come hear my [A] desperate say.
I speak of our friends of nature, [D] trapped [E] in the dirt [A] like a jam. _
_ _ [E] Vegetables live in [F#m] oppression, _ [D] served on our [A] tables each night.
They still eat enough that Jesus [F#m] madness, _ [Bm] I [E] say we take up [A] the fight.
[E] _ _ Salads are only [A] for _ [E] murderers, post-loss of [A] fascist _ [E] regimes.
Don't think that they don't [A] have feelings, _ [Bm] just cause a [E] radish can't scream.
_ _ _ [A] _ _
_ The beans [F#m] of the vegetables _ scream, _ [D] punching their skins [E] deep.
Having their inside [A]
treated _ [E] and steamed with [F#m] no mercy.
I'm [D] tattering, [E] how do you think [A] that I feel bad?
It hurts really bad.
That [E] just constitutes [F#m] _
murder, and [D] that's a real crime.
Greenhouses, green [E] disposal lanes, that's my vegetable town.
[A] It's time to [C#m] stop all [F#m] this gardening, it's dirty as hell.
Let's [E] call a strike, the heat [A] is pain.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I saw [C#m] a man [F#m] eating celery, _ [D] so I beat him [A] black and blue.
If he [E] ever touches [F#m] a sprout again, I'll [E] bite him clean [A] and pitch. _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [F#m] All through his head, [D] _ trapped in a _
[A] windowless cage.
Cause I stopped [E] the slaughter [F#m] of tribes, [D] by killing [E] five men [A] in a race.
[E] I told the judge when [A] he sentenced [E] me, this is my _ finest hour.
I'd kill those [A] farmers again, just [D] to save one more _ [E] cauliflower. _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] I've heard [E] the screams [F#m] of the vegetables, _ screaming, _ [D] punching their [E] skins deep.
Having their insides [A] treated and steamed with [F#m] no mercy.
I'm [D] tattering, _ how [E] do you think that [A] I feel bad?
It hurts really bad.
That just _ [F#m] constitutes murder, and _
_ [D] that's a real crime.
[Bm] Greenhouses, green [E] disposal lanes, that's my vegetable town.
[A] It's time to [E] stop all [F#m] this gardening, it's dirty [Bm] as hell.
Let's [E] call a strike, [A] the heat is pain.
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _
How low must we fall [F#m] to eat his soup?
_ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ Untie your feet, [F#m] _
uncage your tomatoes.
[D] Let potted plants breathe, [E] no massive [Bm] potato.
_ [E] Those beans _ right now, they're delicious. _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ Punching their skins [F#m]
deep, [E] fazing the stir [A] fry, our scales.
[E] Breaking their skin with [F#m] no mercy.
You fat gourmet, [D] how [E] do you think _ [A] _ _ _ that I feel _ _ _ [E] _ bad?
[F#m] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
Greenhouses, green [E] disposal lanes, it's _ [A] _ time to [C#m] stop all [F#] this gardening.
[A] Take up [Bm] macro _ [E]-vegetation.
It's pain, [A] it's pain.
_ _ _ It's a pain, it's a pain, it's a pain, it's a pain.
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] Listen up, brothers [F#m] and sisters, [D] come hear my [A] desperate say.
I speak of our friends of nature, [D] trapped [E] in the dirt [A] like a jam. _
_ _ [E] Vegetables live in [F#m] oppression, _ [D] served on our [A] tables each night.
They still eat enough that Jesus [F#m] madness, _ [Bm] I [E] say we take up [A] the fight.
[E] _ _ Salads are only [A] for _ [E] murderers, post-loss of [A] fascist _ [E] regimes.
Don't think that they don't [A] have feelings, _ [Bm] just cause a [E] radish can't scream.
_ _ _ [A] _ _
_ The beans [F#m] of the vegetables _ scream, _ [D] punching their skins [E] deep.
Having their inside [A]
treated _ [E] and steamed with [F#m] no mercy.
I'm [D] tattering, [E] how do you think [A] that I feel bad?
It hurts really bad.
That [E] just constitutes [F#m] _
murder, and [D] that's a real crime.
Greenhouses, green [E] disposal lanes, that's my vegetable town.
[A] It's time to [C#m] stop all [F#m] this gardening, it's dirty as hell.
Let's [E] call a strike, the heat [A] is pain.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I saw [C#m] a man [F#m] eating celery, _ [D] so I beat him [A] black and blue.
If he [E] ever touches [F#m] a sprout again, I'll [E] bite him clean [A] and pitch. _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [F#m] All through his head, [D] _ trapped in a _
[A] windowless cage.
Cause I stopped [E] the slaughter [F#m] of tribes, [D] by killing [E] five men [A] in a race.
[E] I told the judge when [A] he sentenced [E] me, this is my _ finest hour.
I'd kill those [A] farmers again, just [D] to save one more _ [E] cauliflower. _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] I've heard [E] the screams [F#m] of the vegetables, _ screaming, _ [D] punching their [E] skins deep.
Having their insides [A] treated and steamed with [F#m] no mercy.
I'm [D] tattering, _ how [E] do you think that [A] I feel bad?
It hurts really bad.
That just _ [F#m] constitutes murder, and _
_ [D] that's a real crime.
[Bm] Greenhouses, green [E] disposal lanes, that's my vegetable town.
[A] It's time to [E] stop all [F#m] this gardening, it's dirty [Bm] as hell.
Let's [E] call a strike, [A] the heat is pain.
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _
How low must we fall [F#m] to eat his soup?
_ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ Untie your feet, [F#m] _
uncage your tomatoes.
[D] Let potted plants breathe, [E] no massive [Bm] potato.
_ [E] Those beans _ right now, they're delicious. _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ Punching their skins [F#m]
deep, [E] fazing the stir [A] fry, our scales.
[E] Breaking their skin with [F#m] no mercy.
You fat gourmet, [D] how [E] do you think _ [A] _ _ _ that I feel _ _ _ [E] _ bad?
[F#m] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
Greenhouses, green [E] disposal lanes, it's _ [A] _ time to [C#m] stop all [F#] this gardening.
[A] Take up [Bm] macro _ [E]-vegetation.
It's pain, [A] it's pain.
_ _ _ It's a pain, it's a pain, it's a pain, it's a pain.
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _