Key: B
Introduction:
Bm7(11)
You know, they say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
A2
So vengeful and mother earth has been done wrong
E7
And I think she's sick
Yo, she's pukin up lava
Bm7(11)
Her nerves tremble along fault lines ready to drop an entire city of filth
that's been forced upon her
A2
We built these towers of Babel and feel remorse for nada
E7
The momma divorce the father
The children are droppin blotter
Bm7(11) A2
Graffiti the land with skyscrapers
G6 A2
Graffiti the sky with airplanes and satellites
Bm7(11) A2
Graffiti the minds of children with your man-made laws
G6 A2 E
Graffiti the world, I saw the writing on the wall
verse 2
E
We're addicted to planes, trains and automobiles
E 3rd fret
E
Sorta morbid ain't it this picture that I just painted
It's an epiphany I had