C#  D  Ab
C#  D  Ab
B  Bb  F#
B  Bb  F#


[Verse 1]
C#           D           Ab
Incurable disease on the day of rest
    C#         D          Ab
I'm walking on water in a sea of incest
C#           D           Ab
I've got the image of Jesus embedded in my chest
C#           D           Ab
I can't leave home without my bullet-proof vest
D         F#           Ab      A
Killing myself for the perfect honeymoon
D         F#           Ab      A
Fighting with scorpions tied 'round my neck
D         F#           Ab      A
I hear the pitter-patter of a killer on the loose
D         F#           Ab      A
Children use their fingers instead of words


[Verse 2]
C#                D         Ab
Crosses burn our temples on Slaughter Avenue
C#                D              Ab
It takes too much time for me to say I refuse
B               Bb             F#
Time is digging graves for the chosen few
B               Bb             F#
Children dig the graves of me and you
C#           D             Ab
Describe the illness, I'll prescribe the cure
C#         D                 Ab
Start your two-day life on a two-day vacation
C#         D                 Ab
Describe the illness, I'll prescribe the cure
C#         D                 Ab
Start your two-day life on a two-day vacation
D         F#          Ab     A
Spiritual cramp going for my ribs
      D                F#                Ab                A
Those gangsters toting guns are shooting spikes through my wrist
D         F#           Ab      A
Children use their fingers instead of words
D         F#           Ab      A
Fingers bury children under the boards


[Verse 3]
      C#             D               Ab
I can die a thousand times, but I'll always be here
         C#           D          Ab
With the powder skull secrets of forgotten years
B             Bb                     F#
The hangman's noose is drenched with bloodstained tears
   B             Bb           F#
My hands are the killers that confirm my fears
C#    D         Ab
Jesus won't you touch me? Come
C# D     Ab
in to my heart
C#        D        Ab
Where the Hell are you
C#       D    Ab
when the fire starts?
    D        F#         Ab      A
I'm using my fingers instead of words
    D        F#         Ab      A
I'm using my fingers instead of words


[Solo]
D   F# Ab  A
D   F# Ab  A
C#  D  Ab
C#  D  Ab
B  Bb  F#
B  Bb  F#
C#  D  Ab
C#  D  Ab
C#  D  Ab
C#  D  Ab


[Verse 4]
     D              F#          Ab                A
On a mission of the father to reduce the gates of Hell
    D               F#                Ab          A
The ivory bone-eyed mother's flesh is starting to swell
            D          F#             Ab      A
I'm setting twenty-two tables for the funeral feast
D           F#      Ab       A
Satan is by far the kindest...
C#
beast