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I'm a lazy guitar player so I wrote the whole song out for ya. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Standard tuning - EADGBe INTRO |---|-------------------| |---|-------------------| |---|-------------------| |---|-------------------| |---|-------0---0-------| |-0-|-2h3h4-------3-2-0-| VERSE Simply Am, E repeated These are put before some of the chord changes, the song sounds fine without them. |---------------| |---------------| |---------------| |---------------| |-----0---------| |-3-4-----3-2-0-| CHORUS Chords |-0----0----0----3----3----1----0----0----| |-1----1----1----0----3----3----1----1----| |-2----1----0----0----3----3----2----2----| |-2----2----2----0----5----3----3----2----| |-0----0----0----2----5----1----0----0----| |-0----0----0----3----3----1---------0----| Am AmMaj7 Am7 G Gm Bb Fmaj7 Am (The parts that don't have the chords, is to be played like the chorus) It ALL began when they come took me from my home And put me on Death Row, a crime for which I am totally innocent, you know.
I Ambegan to warmE and chill ToAm objects and tEheir fields, A Amragged cup, a Etwisted mop ThAme face of JesusE in my soup ThAmose sinister diEnner deals ThAme meal trolley's wEicked wheels A Amhooked bone rising fErom my food AlAml things either goodE or ungood.
AmAnd the mercy seat is waiting AmMaj7And I think my head is burning Am7And in a way I'm yearning To be dGone with all this weighing of the trGmuth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tBbooth And anyway I told the Fmaj7truth And I'm not afraid to dAmie.
Am / E / Am / E
AmI hear stories from the chamber AmMaj7Christ was born into a manger Am7And like some ragged stranger He diGed upon the cross. Might I sGmay, it seems so fitting in its Bbway He was a carpenter by Fmaj7trade Or at least Amthat's what I'm told
Am / E / Am / E
AmMy kill-hand's tEatooed E.V.I.L. Amacross iEt's brother's fist AmThat fEilthy five! AmThey did nothiEng to challenge or resist.
AmIn Heaven AmMaj7His throne is made of gold The ark Am7of his Testament is stowed
A throne from which I'm told
All hGistory does unfold. GmIt's made of wood and wire And my Bbbody is on fire Fmaj7And God is never far aAmway.
AmInto theAmMaj7 mercy seat I climb My head is shaved, my head is wAm7ired
And like a moth that tries
To Genter the bright eye I go Gmshuffling out of life Just to Bbhide in death awhile Fmaj7And anyway I never Amlied.
AmAnd the mercy seat is waiting AmMaj7And I think my head is burning Am7And in a way I'm yearning To be Gdone with allGm this weighing of the truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a Bbtooth And anyway I told the tFmaj7ruth And I'm notAm afraid to die.
AmAnd the mercy seat is burning AmMaj7And I think my head is glowing Am7And in a way I'm hoping To be Gdone with allGm this twisting of the truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a Bbtooth And anyway there was no Fmaj7proof And I'm notAm afraid to die.
AmAnd the mercy seat is glowing AmMaj7And I think my head is smoking Am7And in a way I'm hoping To be Gdone with all these looGmks of disbelief.
A life for a life
And a truth for a Bbtruth And I've got nothing left to Fmaj7lose And I'm notAm afraid to die.
AmAnd the mercy seat is smoking AmMaj7And I think my head is melting Am7And in a way that's helping To be Gdone with all this twisting oGmf the truth
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a Bbtooth And anyway I told the Fmaj7truth But I'm afraid I tAmold a lie.