Chords for thermodynamic lawyer, esq, gfd [lyrics]
Tempo:
103.15 bpm
Chords used:
Fm
C
F
Bbm
Cm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Fm] And then, this is what I'm talking about.
Blah, blah, blah, blah.
Jerry, the hater of Black Baboon Skull, is a bitch with some 4,000 names.
Vomiting lies through a pheromone, through a razzle, businessmen pink [C] caterpillars.
[Cm] Pulls back skinny lips to reveal the proboscis, [F] insect pronged nose at a [Bbm] head.
[C] Tears penis from spines as she judges the cover and seamlessly spoils [Fm] the air.
[D] [Fm] The dazzle's drying, curling inside her, unfurling from out of her wrist.
Will she wring that snake and glint-sight its poison, contending not learning [C] to hiss?
[Fm]
[F] Give us a forealist of [Bbm] late.
[C] Gnawing the pieces, the fuck off the chest, or insisting that she's won [Fm] the game?
So all that means, all that
[F] [Bbm]
[C] seems, she wrote me with a tune of [Fm] break my heart.
A tune of break my heart.
Makes up excuses for throwing back bruises and uses them to her advantage.
Disease is her primary [C] language.
[Fm] The herbal and gruesome her words so absurd.
I've heard a different [Bbm] Apollo at my call.
[C] No apology, I requit misery.
So nourished, I've cooked and shifted my meat.
[Fm] So smeared I can saw a wheel, cried out in pain.
With waltzes unstrapped to a ceiling fan.
Soil of your vestige with mucus and twisted up features, a name I'll [C] disown.
[Fm] Buckle your knees, looking up at me, [F] and make me despair in [Bbm] the back of my head.
[C] Sick of humanity, die of your blood.
We're blessed, your parinational hobby's said.
So [Fm] all that seems, it has to be.
And [F] though chemical force [G] on a fall, [C] it seems he broke me.
But I swear she could not break my [Fm] heart.
All that seems, it has to be.
As [F] though chemical force fall [Bb] apart.
Well [C] it seems she broke me, but I swear she could go fucking [Fm] die.
Go fucking die.
Go fucking die.
[F] Bango, he died.
[Fm]
[N]
Blah, blah, blah, blah.
Jerry, the hater of Black Baboon Skull, is a bitch with some 4,000 names.
Vomiting lies through a pheromone, through a razzle, businessmen pink [C] caterpillars.
[Cm] Pulls back skinny lips to reveal the proboscis, [F] insect pronged nose at a [Bbm] head.
[C] Tears penis from spines as she judges the cover and seamlessly spoils [Fm] the air.
[D] [Fm] The dazzle's drying, curling inside her, unfurling from out of her wrist.
Will she wring that snake and glint-sight its poison, contending not learning [C] to hiss?
[Fm]
[F] Give us a forealist of [Bbm] late.
[C] Gnawing the pieces, the fuck off the chest, or insisting that she's won [Fm] the game?
So all that means, all that
[F] [Bbm]
[C] seems, she wrote me with a tune of [Fm] break my heart.
A tune of break my heart.
Makes up excuses for throwing back bruises and uses them to her advantage.
Disease is her primary [C] language.
[Fm] The herbal and gruesome her words so absurd.
I've heard a different [Bbm] Apollo at my call.
[C] No apology, I requit misery.
So nourished, I've cooked and shifted my meat.
[Fm] So smeared I can saw a wheel, cried out in pain.
With waltzes unstrapped to a ceiling fan.
Soil of your vestige with mucus and twisted up features, a name I'll [C] disown.
[Fm] Buckle your knees, looking up at me, [F] and make me despair in [Bbm] the back of my head.
[C] Sick of humanity, die of your blood.
We're blessed, your parinational hobby's said.
So [Fm] all that seems, it has to be.
And [F] though chemical force [G] on a fall, [C] it seems he broke me.
But I swear she could not break my [Fm] heart.
All that seems, it has to be.
As [F] though chemical force fall [Bb] apart.
Well [C] it seems she broke me, but I swear she could go fucking [Fm] die.
Go fucking die.
Go fucking die.
[F] Bango, he died.
[Fm]
[N]
Key:
Fm
C
F
Bbm
Cm
Fm
C
F
_ _ _ _ _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ And then, this is what I'm talking about.
Blah, blah, blah, blah. _ _ _ _ _
Jerry, the hater of Black Baboon Skull, is a bitch with some 4,000 names. _
Vomiting lies through a pheromone, through a razzle, businessmen pink [C] caterpillars.
[Cm] Pulls back skinny lips to reveal the proboscis, [F] insect pronged nose at a [Bbm] head. _
[C] Tears penis from spines as she judges the cover and seamlessly spoils [Fm] the air. _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ [Fm] The dazzle's drying, curling inside her, unfurling from out of her wrist.
Will she wring that snake and glint-sight its poison, contending not learning [C] to hiss?
_ [Fm] _ _ _
_ _ [F] Give us a forealist of [Bbm] late.
_ [C] Gnawing the pieces, the fuck off the chest, or insisting that she's won [Fm] the game? _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _
So all that means, all that _
[F] _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _
[C] seems, she wrote me with a tune of [Fm] break my heart.
_ A tune of break my heart. _ _ _ _ _
Makes up excuses for throwing back bruises and uses them to her advantage. _
_ _ _ _ _
Disease is her primary [C] language.
[Fm] The herbal and gruesome her words so absurd.
I've heard a different [Bbm] Apollo at my call.
[C] No apology, I requit misery.
So nourished, I've cooked and shifted my meat.
[Fm] So smeared I can saw a wheel, cried out in pain.
With waltzes unstrapped to a ceiling fan.
Soil of your vestige with mucus and twisted up features, a name I'll [C] disown. _
[Fm] Buckle your knees, looking up at me, [F] and make me despair in [Bbm] the back of my head.
[C] Sick of humanity, die of your blood.
We're blessed, your parinational hobby's said. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ So [Fm] all that seems, it has to be.
And [F] though chemical force [G] on a fall, [C] it seems he broke me.
But I swear she could not break my [Fm] heart. _
_ All that seems, it has to be.
As [F] though chemical force fall [Bb] apart.
Well [C] it seems she broke me, but I swear she could go fucking [Fm] die. _ _ _
Go fucking die. _ _ _
Go fucking die. _ _ _
_ [F] Bango, he died. _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ And then, this is what I'm talking about.
Blah, blah, blah, blah. _ _ _ _ _
Jerry, the hater of Black Baboon Skull, is a bitch with some 4,000 names. _
Vomiting lies through a pheromone, through a razzle, businessmen pink [C] caterpillars.
[Cm] Pulls back skinny lips to reveal the proboscis, [F] insect pronged nose at a [Bbm] head. _
[C] Tears penis from spines as she judges the cover and seamlessly spoils [Fm] the air. _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ [Fm] The dazzle's drying, curling inside her, unfurling from out of her wrist.
Will she wring that snake and glint-sight its poison, contending not learning [C] to hiss?
_ [Fm] _ _ _
_ _ [F] Give us a forealist of [Bbm] late.
_ [C] Gnawing the pieces, the fuck off the chest, or insisting that she's won [Fm] the game? _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _
So all that means, all that _
[F] _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _
[C] seems, she wrote me with a tune of [Fm] break my heart.
_ A tune of break my heart. _ _ _ _ _
Makes up excuses for throwing back bruises and uses them to her advantage. _
_ _ _ _ _
Disease is her primary [C] language.
[Fm] The herbal and gruesome her words so absurd.
I've heard a different [Bbm] Apollo at my call.
[C] No apology, I requit misery.
So nourished, I've cooked and shifted my meat.
[Fm] So smeared I can saw a wheel, cried out in pain.
With waltzes unstrapped to a ceiling fan.
Soil of your vestige with mucus and twisted up features, a name I'll [C] disown. _
[Fm] Buckle your knees, looking up at me, [F] and make me despair in [Bbm] the back of my head.
[C] Sick of humanity, die of your blood.
We're blessed, your parinational hobby's said. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ So [Fm] all that seems, it has to be.
And [F] though chemical force [G] on a fall, [C] it seems he broke me.
But I swear she could not break my [Fm] heart. _
_ All that seems, it has to be.
As [F] though chemical force fall [Bb] apart.
Well [C] it seems she broke me, but I swear she could go fucking [Fm] die. _ _ _
Go fucking die. _ _ _
Go fucking die. _ _ _
_ [F] Bango, he died. _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _
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