Gravediggaz 1-800-suicide Ukulele chords

1-800-suicide Ukulele by Gravediggaz

...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:
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   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])