Gorehound

      Bm                      
She's always asking why I like 
  G
watching people die,
      F#                     Bm
and why I get my kicks while others 
scream and cry.
         Bm                        
And my friends think that I'm sick,
     G
 or maybe uneducated.
        F#                         
And my family doesn't want to admit
 Bm
 that they are related.
     Bm                      G
Now monsters and madmen who rape and
 mutilate
     F#                         
are perfect entertainment when I 
  Bm
take her on a date.
         Bm                        
You can shove your sparkly vampires
      G
 and family comedies,
 F#                                
give me blood and beasts and boobs;
       Bm
 them sacred triple Bs.


Prechorus

               G
Don't ask me why,
                Bm
cause I don't know.
                 G
Don't close your eyes;
            F#
enjoy the show.


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Chorus

             G           D      
Cause I'm a gorehound, hellbound, 
   F#           Bm
horror movie lover.
   G            D           F#
I like my voyeurism with a glass of 
red rum.
             G           D     
Cause I'm a gorehound, hellbound 
    F#           Bm
horror movie lover.
  G                      D        
Good and evil are just colors on 
     F#
the spectrum.


(Am)                     G       
One, two, three, four - nail her 
        F#       Bm
to the bedroom floor.
(Am)                     G       
Five, six, seven, eight - rape 
        F#       Bm
and kill and mutilate.


Verse 2

     Bm                        G
Now who could kill a child? Whoever 
slew Auntie Roo?
     F#                       
Someone's knocking at the door 
         Bm
they're here to visit you.
     Bm                         
Now baby don't look now, but I'm 
 G
sure there's nothing out there,
     F#                            
but horror rises from the tomb and 
 Bm
traps you in your nightmare.
     Bm                         
Now girlfriend come with me to a 
  G
land of make believe.
   F#                              
Or is it based on facts? It turns 
  Bm
me on when I should grieve.
     Bm                          
You say my head is fucked, with a 
  G
dark and twisted heart.
       F#                          
Well I say that it's cathartic; 
   Bm
just another form of art.


Prechorus

               G
Don't ask me why,
                Bm
cause I don't know.
                 G
Don't close your eyes;
            F#
enjoy the show.


Chorus

             G           D      
Cause I'm a gorehound, hellbound, 
   F#           Bm
horror movie lover.
   G            D           F#
I like my voyeurism with a glass of 
red rum.
             G           D     
Cause I'm a gorehound, hellbound 
    F#           Bm
horror movie lover.
  G                      D        
Good and evil are just colors on 
     F#
the spectrum.