Tono: G
Introducción:
Gm Ab Abm
His jacket calls me with obsidian blade
Gm Ab Abm
He's got a knack for spittin' blood over red lipstick stains
Gm Ab Abm
I drank the venom from the cobra 'round his neck
Gm Ab
Made it my life mission to feel that again
Fm Gm
He's got a bad disease, no, no
Fm Gm
I think it's rubbin' off on me, no, no
Fm Gm
He's got spider silk hands
Fm Gm
I think I've fallen into them
Gm Ab Abm
The ground he walks upon resigns to dust
Gm Ab Abm
Pandemonium quivers at his touch
Gm Ab Abm
My preacher, my undefined creature
Gm Ab Abm
Consumes me
Fm Gm
He's got a bad disease, no, no
Fm Gm
I think it's rubbin' off on me, no, no
Fm Gm
He's got spider silk hands
Fm Gm
I think I've fallen into them
G Bb
And my infection is the hand on my lower back
Gm Bb
I have exacted that he's got something that I lack
Gm Bb
Oh, the power of the man with the switchblade comb
Gm Bb
He always says, "I couldn't manage you on my own"
Fm Gm Eb
He's got a bad disease, no, no
Fm Gm Eb Gm
I think it's rubbin' off on me, no, no
Fm Gm Eb
He's got spider silk hands
Fm Gm7
I think I've fallen into them