C
Someday you all will perish 
                  Am
in the fire of my hate.

C
Someday you all will drown in
             Am
a sea of my tears.

C
Someday you all will choke on 
                  Am
the length of my hair.

C
Someday you all will smother under
                  Am
the weight of my tits.

F                           G                      
And you will run, you will run 
               C F C F
to the hills.

F                             G                        
And you will run, you will run 
             C F C F
for your lives.

F                           G (held)
And you will die, you will die
             C F C F C F C F
content and happy.