Dug out this old song. Most of it's based on true stories. Most of it.
[Em]Send those kids to [G]Sunday School;
[D]Ain't no heathen, [Em]ain't no fool.
[Em]Jesus died for [G]wicked men;
[B]Jesus died for [Em]all my sins.
[Em]Close the doors and [G]curtains tight;
[D]Stay at home to [Em]f*** and fight.
[Em]Grab the bong and [G]pack it tight;
[B]Ain't no weakness: [Em]Mom was right.
[Em]Gangster stole your [G]daddy's car;
[D]Police said, "he [Em]didn't get far."
[Em]Wrapped it round a [G]big oak tree;
[B]Just a kid so they [Em]set 'im free.
[Em]Hell to pay -- that [G]ice-cream man --
[D]he's got weed in-[Em]side that van.
[Em]Robber shot him [G]in the face;
[B]all he wanted was [Em]just a taste
[Em]Wanderlust can [G]make you speed; you
[D]drive so fast it's a [Em]felony. Your
[Em]tightened belt keeps [G]you in check:
[B]Survive the trip, but your [Em]mind's a wreck.
[Em]No one sees the [G]exit wound;
[D]Self-inflicted -- [Em]you'll die soon.
[Em]Drive up north, you don't [G]need your gun;
[D]take some pills and you [Em]face the sun.
11 сен 2024
