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Rumbletramp is a folk punk band from Hickory, North Carolina.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
F Am E
Am E
Am F E
Am F E
Am
A gut full of bumwine, lungs full of smoke
F E
A head that's full of craziness and dark black jokes
F
Praying for a new disease to end mankind
E
Waiting on the last day that the sun will ever shine
Am
Lips slick with poison, eyes full of fear
F E
A thunderous cacophony ringing in my ears
F
I hope the shit that they spew from NBC and fox news
E
Seeps out of the screen and fills the air with deadly fumes
Am E F E
Well, I hope it all ends tomorrow so we can start again
Am E F E
I hope a comet comes and roasts us alive
Am E F E
Hope the dead get mad as me, and they rise onto their feet
Am F E
And I hope that they are feeling kind of hungry
F E Am
And I hope, I hope only a few of us survive
Am E
Am E
Am F E
Am F E
Am
A mouth full of anger, spit made of rage
F E
A pipe bomb to blow up every fence and every cage
F
When I'm walking down the street in any american town
E
And see the shops and cops and cars and people all milling about
Am
I get sick to my stomach
F E
I get rabid and violent
F
I get to feeling out of place amid the dollar signs and greed
E
A desperate, hungry parasite, my host rejecting me
Am E F E
Well, I hope it all ends tomorrow so we can start again
Am F E F
I hope a comet comes and roasts us alive
Am E F E
Hope the dead get mad as me, and they rise onto their feet
Am F E
And I hope that they are feeling kind of hungry
F E Am
And I hope, I hope only a few of us survive
Am E
Am E
Am F E
Am F E
Am
An inferno to burn down every capital city
F
A billowing dust storm to strangle the sky
F
Praying for a virus or a blight or plague
E
To wipe the slate clean and bring about the end of days
Am
Fire and brimstone
F E
Poison and napalm
F
Praying for a tidal wave to rise and crest on high
E
Drown everything in a blue to match the sky
Am E F E
Well, I hope it all ends tomorrow so we can start again
Am F E F
I hope a comet comes and roasts us alive
Am E F E
Hope the dead get mad as me, and they rise onto their feet
Am F E
And I hope that they are feeling kind of hungry
F E Am
And I hope, I hope only a few of us survive
Am E
Am F E
Am F E
Am
A gut full of bumwine, lungs full of smoke
F E
A head that's full of craziness and dark black jokes
F
Praying for a new disease to end mankind
E
Waiting on the last day that the sun will ever shine
Am
Lips slick with poison, eyes full of fear
F E
A thunderous cacophony ringing in my ears
F
I hope the shit that they spew from NBC and fox news
E
Seeps out of the screen and fills the air with deadly fumes
Am E F E
Well, I hope it all ends tomorrow so we can start again
Am E F E
I hope a comet comes and roasts us alive
Am E F E
Hope the dead get mad as me, and they rise onto their feet
Am F E
And I hope that they are feeling kind of hungry
F E Am
And I hope, I hope only a few of us survive
Am E
Am E
Am F E
Am F E
Am
A mouth full of anger, spit made of rage
F E
A pipe bomb to blow up every fence and every cage
F
When I'm walking down the street in any american town
E
And see the shops and cops and cars and people all milling about
Am
I get sick to my stomach
F E
I get rabid and violent
F
I get to feeling out of place amid the dollar signs and greed
E
A desperate, hungry parasite, my host rejecting me
Am E F E
Well, I hope it all ends tomorrow so we can start again
Am F E F
I hope a comet comes and roasts us alive
Am E F E
Hope the dead get mad as me, and they rise onto their feet
Am F E
And I hope that they are feeling kind of hungry
F E Am
And I hope, I hope only a few of us survive
Am E
Am E
Am F E
Am F E
Am
An inferno to burn down every capital city
F
A billowing dust storm to strangle the sky
F
Praying for a virus or a blight or plague
E
To wipe the slate clean and bring about the end of days
Am
Fire and brimstone
F E
Poison and napalm
F
Praying for a tidal wave to rise and crest on high
E
Drown everything in a blue to match the sky
Am E F E
Well, I hope it all ends tomorrow so we can start again
Am F E F
I hope a comet comes and roasts us alive
Am E F E
Hope the dead get mad as me, and they rise onto their feet
Am F E
And I hope that they are feeling kind of hungry
F E Am
And I hope, I hope only a few of us survive
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