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...1-800-SUICIDE... by Gravediggaz
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*from '6 Feet Deep' (1994)*
Chorus 1:
Am Am/G D/F# F E7
Suicide, it's a suicide, budabuy-by, suicide, it's a sui-cide.
Am Am/G D/F# F E7
Suicide, it's a suicide, budabuy-by, suicide, it's a sui-cide.
Verse 1:
Am Am/G D/F# F E7
So you wanna die, com-mit suicide, dial 1-800- Cyanide line.
Am Am/G
Far as life; yo, it ain't worth it,
D/F# F E7
Put a rope around your neck and jerk it.
Am Am/G
The trick didn't work;
D/F# F E7
Your life was fucked up from the first day of birth.
Am Am/G
After watching Jackie Gleason, walk into a precinct,
D/F# F E7
Gun down the captain, for no fucking reason.
Am Am/G D/F#
And get some L.S.D, or a drink from the bar,
F E7
Get behind your wheel, and crash the car.
Am Am/G
Like Desert Storm got bombs for the war;
D/F# F E7
Con-front an alligator; let it eat ya raw.
Am Am/G D/F#
Back to the function, riding the caboose to Hell,
F E7
BZZZZZT, touched the third rail.
Am Am/G D/F# F E7
You fucked up chicken; now you just got fried; 'cos it's a suicide.
Chorus 2:
Am Am/G D/F# F E7
Suicide, it's a suicide, budabuy-by, suicide, it's a sui-cide.
Am Am/G D/F# F E7
Suicide, it's a suicide, budabuy-by, suicide, it's a sui-cide.
Verse 2:
Am Am/G
Hey you, little rich kid; what's your beef?
D/F# F E7
Come and tell the Grym Reaper, all of your grief.
Am Am/G
You asked for a Benz, and you only got a Jeep,
D/F# F E7
Your pop's got endz, but yo, he's mad cheap.
Am Am/G
Maybe you're a bastard child, you think,
D/F# F E7
Mom and dad are white, and you're dark as ink.
Am Am/G
Maybe you're Sicilian, with a tan?
D/F# F E7
But you hate lasagne, and the pizza man.
Am Am/G
Now you stand on the Grave Digga locked, and,
D/F# F E7
You're singing the blues about the rough life you've got,
Am/G
Not! You don't wanna live no more;
D/F# F E7
I guess you're really ready for the graveyard tour.
Am Am/G D/F#
When you get home; just seal up your windows and you doors,
F E7 Am
Turn your oven on high, for a-bout four hours.
Am/G D/F#
Light you a blunt, kiss your ass good-bye;
F E7
You gassed yourself, 'cos it's a suicide.
Chorus 3:
Am Am/G D/F# F E7
Suicide, it's a suicide, budabuy-by, suicide, it's a sui-cide.
Am Am/G D/F# F E7
Suicide, it's a suicide, budabuy-by, suicide, it's a sui-cide.
Break:
(n.C)
Yep, I've said it before and I'll say it again;
Life moves pretty fast if you don't stop,
And look around every once in a while, you could miss it.
Verse 3:
Am Am/G
Six fucking Devils stepped up, playing brave God,
D/F# F E7
Had the fucking nerve to try and enta my grave yard.
Am Am/G
I'm the Ryzarector, be my sacrifice;
D/F# F E7
Com-mit suicide and I'll bring you back to life.
Am Am/G
The first was convinced; stuck a water hose,
D/F# F E7
In his mouth at full blast, so his head can ex-plode.
Am Am/G
Second said; hmm, that's good but I can top it;
D/F# F E7
Put an axe up to his head and then he chopped it.
Am Am/G
Blood shot out in every direction,
D/F# F E7
The rest didn't know what to do; I made sug-gestions.
Am Am/G D/F#
Put a slug in your mug, overdose on a drug,
F E7
Wet your hair, stick a knife in the plug.
Am Am/G
Or be like Richard Pryor; set your balls on fire,
D/F# F E7
Better yet; go hang your-self with a barbed wire.
Am Am/G
Three and Four, fell deep into spell;
D/F# F E7
And ran to the zoo, locked them-selves in a lion's den.
Am Am/G
Number Five, said; it ain't worth being alive,
D/F# F E7
Smoked a dust suede, mixed it with Cyanide.
Am Am/G
The only one to es-cape was number Six;
D/F# F E7
He went home, sat in the tub and slit his wrists.
Am
Yeah, more graves to dig.
Am/G D/F# F (n.C)
Goodbye, there's no need to cry... 'cos we all die.
Outro: (Scratching)
B7
CHORD DIAGRAMS:
---------------
Am Am/G D/F# F E7 B7
EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE
x02210 302210 2x0232 133211 020100 021202
Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2005 ([email protected])
-------------------...............
*from '6 Feet Deep' (1994)*
Chorus 1:
Am Am/G D/F# F E7
Suicide, it's a suicide, budabuy-by, suicide, it's a sui-cide.
Am Am/G D/F# F E7
Suicide, it's a suicide, budabuy-by, suicide, it's a sui-cide.
Verse 1:
Am Am/G D/F# F E7
So you wanna die, com-mit suicide, dial 1-800- Cyanide line.
Am Am/G
Far as life; yo, it ain't worth it,
D/F# F E7
Put a rope around your neck and jerk it.
Am Am/G
The trick didn't work;
D/F# F E7
Your life was fucked up from the first day of birth.
Am Am/G
After watching Jackie Gleason, walk into a precinct,
D/F# F E7
Gun down the captain, for no fucking reason.
Am Am/G D/F#
And get some L.S.D, or a drink from the bar,
F E7
Get behind your wheel, and crash the car.
Am Am/G
Like Desert Storm got bombs for the war;
D/F# F E7
Con-front an alligator; let it eat ya raw.
Am Am/G D/F#
Back to the function, riding the caboose to Hell,
F E7
BZZZZZT, touched the third rail.
Am Am/G D/F# F E7
You fucked up chicken; now you just got fried; 'cos it's a suicide.
Chorus 2:
Am Am/G D/F# F E7
Suicide, it's a suicide, budabuy-by, suicide, it's a sui-cide.
Am Am/G D/F# F E7
Suicide, it's a suicide, budabuy-by, suicide, it's a sui-cide.
Verse 2:
Am Am/G
Hey you, little rich kid; what's your beef?
D/F# F E7
Come and tell the Grym Reaper, all of your grief.
Am Am/G
You asked for a Benz, and you only got a Jeep,
D/F# F E7
Your pop's got endz, but yo, he's mad cheap.
Am Am/G
Maybe you're a bastard child, you think,
D/F# F E7
Mom and dad are white, and you're dark as ink.
Am Am/G
Maybe you're Sicilian, with a tan?
D/F# F E7
But you hate lasagne, and the pizza man.
Am Am/G
Now you stand on the Grave Digga locked, and,
D/F# F E7
You're singing the blues about the rough life you've got,
Am/G
Not! You don't wanna live no more;
D/F# F E7
I guess you're really ready for the graveyard tour.
Am Am/G D/F#
When you get home; just seal up your windows and you doors,
F E7 Am
Turn your oven on high, for a-bout four hours.
Am/G D/F#
Light you a blunt, kiss your ass good-bye;
F E7
You gassed yourself, 'cos it's a suicide.
Chorus 3:
Am Am/G D/F# F E7
Suicide, it's a suicide, budabuy-by, suicide, it's a sui-cide.
Am Am/G D/F# F E7
Suicide, it's a suicide, budabuy-by, suicide, it's a sui-cide.
Break:
(n.C)
Yep, I've said it before and I'll say it again;
Life moves pretty fast if you don't stop,
And look around every once in a while, you could miss it.
Verse 3:
Am Am/G
Six fucking Devils stepped up, playing brave God,
D/F# F E7
Had the fucking nerve to try and enta my grave yard.
Am Am/G
I'm the Ryzarector, be my sacrifice;
D/F# F E7
Com-mit suicide and I'll bring you back to life.
Am Am/G
The first was convinced; stuck a water hose,
D/F# F E7
In his mouth at full blast, so his head can ex-plode.
Am Am/G
Second said; hmm, that's good but I can top it;
D/F# F E7
Put an axe up to his head and then he chopped it.
Am Am/G
Blood shot out in every direction,
D/F# F E7
The rest didn't know what to do; I made sug-gestions.
Am Am/G D/F#
Put a slug in your mug, overdose on a drug,
F E7
Wet your hair, stick a knife in the plug.
Am Am/G
Or be like Richard Pryor; set your balls on fire,
D/F# F E7
Better yet; go hang your-self with a barbed wire.
Am Am/G
Three and Four, fell deep into spell;
D/F# F E7
And ran to the zoo, locked them-selves in a lion's den.
Am Am/G
Number Five, said; it ain't worth being alive,
D/F# F E7
Smoked a dust suede, mixed it with Cyanide.
Am Am/G
The only one to es-cape was number Six;
D/F# F E7
He went home, sat in the tub and slit his wrists.
Am
Yeah, more graves to dig.
Am/G D/F# F (n.C)
Goodbye, there's no need to cry... 'cos we all die.
Outro: (Scratching)
B7
CHORD DIAGRAMS:
---------------
Am Am/G D/F# F E7 B7
EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE
x02210 302210 2x0232 133211 020100 021202
Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2005 ([email protected])
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