Fansong
Dethklok
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Tono:
Cm Cm Ab Ab Dm Dm Dm Dm G Hate (16x) [Verse 1]Cm You hunched and blinded mutantsAb Living in chat roomsDm You masturbate on the sheetsG Your mothers clean for youCm You have lined my pocketsAb Overflowed with goldDm You're living with your parentsG And you're 35 years oldCm You're a bunch of banksAb That I'd like to robDm You're my online cash transactionG You're my future stocksCm Transfer you like moneyAb To a Swiss accountDm Spend you on an impulse buyG And zero you all out [Chorus 2]Cm Cm Ab Ab Dm Dm Dm Dm G Hate (16x) [Verse 2]Cm You sad and putrid losersAb Complaining on the couchDm Think you're fucking better than us? 'G You can't leave your houseContinúa después del anuncioCm Deluded little maggotsAb Fold your arms and frownDm Go to work and make me moneyG Before I put you downCm You're a bunch of banksAb That I'd like to robDm You're my online cash transactionG You're my future stocksCm Transfer you like moneyAb To a Swiss accountDm Spend you on an impulse buyG And zero you all out [Chorus 3]Cm Cm Ab Ab Dm Dm Dm Dm G Hate (16x) [Verse 3]Cm I would like to get some sleepAb But you keep buying all our thingsDm My overhead is way too deepG For us to not make all these thingsCm It's way too cynical, you see?Ab Hating what's supporting meDm I am not you, I thank the godsG And if I were, I'd die like dogs [Chorus 4]Cm Cm Ab Ab Dm Dm Dm Dm G Die (30x) Die! [Verse 3]Cm You're a bunch of banksAb That I'd like to robDm You're my online cash transactionG You're my future stocksCm Transfer you like moneyAb To a swiss accountDm Spend you an on impulse buyG And zero you all outCm You're a credit cardAb That I will defileDm Every time I max you outG I get a thousand milesCm You're a brand new carAb That I do not needDm Wrap you round a telephone poleG Shrug it off and leave [Otro]Cm Cm Ab Ab Dm Dm Dm Dm G Just follow me... Down the elevator... N.C. Through the gates... Down the stairs... N.C. Just keep on walking... Through the hallway... N.C. Now open the door...