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All Dogs Go To Heaven

Key: E

Introduction:

 E  B  C#m     BA  A 
Verse
                   E                               B                             C#m                     E                                 B                                 A 
We will shoot the family dog in the backyard, And then tell the kids we dropped it off down at the dairy farm.
                     E                               B                               C#m                                               E                           B                               A 
Screaming from the forest sounds like fifty babies being murdered. In Italian horror films about baby murders.
               E                               B                                   C#m                     E                                 B                           A 
Pretty all black fisher cats sing songs of rage, Cuz the world is dark and unfair and you haven't found a mate
                 E               B                                 C#m                                                                   E                         B                                 A 
Cry in sync with crows at six, I'm bored and forced to think, about the cycle of life and all of that bullshit
                     E                                     B                         C#m                     E                                     B                   A 
When it's quiet I'm forced to think about myself. So I'm speaking through the silence to nobody else.
                 E                             B                               C#m 
Pretty black fisher cat convince me that it will be alright,
                   E                         B                                             A 
Claw my face off, so I won't have to wash it tonight
                               E                         B                                             A 
Yeah, claw my face off, so I won't have to wear it tonight
 F#m           A                           E                             C#m 
    I've become what I've hated most, too many times to count
 Am                                                                                                       E 
    If I can't trust myself, then I won't trust a soul.
Verse
       E                                   B                             C#m                     E                         B                         A 
Animals biting chunks of each other's flesh, All reside inside my mind before I settle down to rest,
                   E                           B                   C#m                                                             E                           B                         A 
There's images of people biting my neck, slicing my chest. And simmering my meat in fry-pans for breakfast.
                 F#m                                                                         A 
With my dick and balls and guts ground up, and stuffed into a sausage wrapper,
 E                                                         C#m 
Grilled to a shade of Seattle grey, surrounded by their laughter,
 Am 
I? can't trust myself, so I won't trust a soul.
Verse
                 E                         B                         C#m                               E                         B                     A 
If they eat me I will haunt them forever, Come back in virus form or parasitic worm.
                       E                       B                       C#m                                   E                                 B                               A 
Intestines of all of my enemies will bleed, And they'll regret the day they ever fucked with me.
Outro
                 E                                 B                           C#m                     E                           B                           A 
We were broke and fed the hamster to the dog, We were broke again and cut the dog's tail off.
                     E                                   B                             C#m                                                   E                       B                         A 
Made some dog-tail soup with mustard packets from seven-eleven, Oh little Jimmy, all dogs to to heaven.
                             E                 B                         A                 E 
No don't cry Jimmy, all dogs go to heaven.