Cifras
All Dogs Go To Heaven

Tono: E

Introducción:

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.