Chords for Toy Box

_ _ _ _ _ Ooh, I like this toy sound.
Watch it go.
Oh, please, just play it.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. _ _
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_ _ _ _ [Ab] _ Built by the Jets, and everyone [B] would chase me and hit me
[F] with crates and rocks and sticks and calling me names
and then my lunch money.
_ When I left [Fm] school, it was my smart.
[B] My daddy was a serial killer.
[F] And how about that?
He always made me sit in the back
with all his dead bodies on [Fm] my lap.
When I got home, [F] enough of the static.
Hammer [B] and tools and [Fm] never knew any other girls or boys.
Only my toys.
_ Bang, bang, hammer and twist.
[B] Nobody knows I exist.
[F] And I'm pissed, but I won't be mentally [Ab]
scorned.
Gonna make toys, [A] toys of the [Fm] graveyard.
One day, ring the bell.
It's all [B] about show and tell.
[F] Well, show all these bastards what I got.
Yo, check out my toy [B] box. _ _
Whack, [Ab] whack, whack, whack, whack. _ _ _ _
_ Whack, whack, _ _ whack, whack, whack. Whack, whack.
_ _ [Gb] _ _ Nothing feels better than a good hearty hard [Eb] high, right boys and girls?
We [Fm] got dead bodies everywhere you look.
Others [B] sitting up front [F] got guts.
Others start screaming and making a dash.
So I start handing [Fm] out toys fast at last.
You like Slinky's?
We got [B] Slinky's.
Only giraffes will [F] run and scratch, twist, kazoom,
and rip your body out of the fuckin' [Fm] room.
So come one at a time, open [B] your gift.
And what you [F] will find is a toy my friend that you'll never forget.
It's not every day that you get your skull [Fm] split.
You like soldiers?
We got soldiers.
[B] Made with muscle and steel.
[E] They look real, but I wouldn't just toss them under your bed.
That's how you get [Fm] an axe to the forehead.
And don't let them sit around all day.
[B] Come home and run your mouth [F] dead in the hallway.
Cause they can be nifty.
All the toys are shifty in [Bm] my toy box. _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _
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_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] That's not a toy.
Hey, wait a minute.
Don't fuck a _ _ little blade, razor, whip, chop, jimmy.
And it's mine, motherfucker, so gimme gimme.
You want toys?
You come to the right place.
My little toys more than light and metal chase.
Wind them up, let them go among [N] all of ya.
Then bang, serial slaughterer.
Yo, hey, reach in and get lucky.
Oh look, he pulled out a rubber ducky.
It make a funny sound, man.
Then bang, threw the fingers off his fucking hand.
[C] Don't stop, cause I ain't done yet.
[Gb] I remember you calling [F] me pointless.
But the clue may be my aggravation.
Reach into these little creations.
Reach in, you might find something wicked.
Wicked, scary, top, bing, big and dairy.
I'll cut your head, a robot with a sword.
And I'll swing it at me, but what [D] for?
Wait a minute, I made you.
Get them, not me.
Wait a minute, motherfucker. _ _ _ _
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Love this [C] record.
[F] _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
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[Db] I'm a genius, bitch.
[C] _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Tell _ _ [C] _ _ [Cm] _ _ me [B] why.
Why do you feel like you should still be [Bbm] together with Lisa?
I'm not fucking sure.
[Am] Come on, man, our relationship [Cm] ain't all weak and shit.
[B] You know, I mean, just because [Bbm] she's dead, we should just break up or something?
[Am] Fuck that.
Tommy, Tommy, [Cm] Tommy, listen to me.
She's dead, man.
You gotta move on.
So [B] what?
So she's dead.
[Bbm] Does that make you fresher than [Am] her?
I didn't say that.
I don't think so.
So she [Bbm] don't talk as much, and she really don't move [Am] around a lot.
She's still [Bb] fresh.
She's still fun to be around.
You're just prejudiced.
You're [Abm] prejudiced against dead people.
Oh, man, you [Gm] really are one sick bastard, Tommy.
Yeah?
[D] Fuck off.
_ [N] What?
Fuck off.
What the fuck is that?
What does that mean?
It means, fuck off.
Man, you fucking lost it.