C Am F G
I walked into a room full of corpses
F G
The room all smelled like flowers
C Am
There were Nikes on their feet
F G
Hail and smile under the cloth
C Am F G
I gazed into the souls of all the horses
F G
That jumped off all the bridges
C Am
In those wild western days
F G
A spaceship made of death
C Am
Do. Re.
F G
Mi Fa So La Ti
F G C
Do, Re, and Me.
C Am F G
I gave into the needs of all my masters
F G
Man is the Bastard is a
C Am
Brutal fucking band
F G
And they hate Thomas Lenz
C Am F G
I fell into a coffin full of orphans
F G
And they all had been slaughtered
C Am
By a website-making man
F G
With music in his heart
C Am
Do. Re.
F G
Mi Fa So La Ti
F G C Am
Do, Re, and Me
F G C Am
Do, Re, and Me
F G C
Do, Re, and Me