Chords for "I Wanna Go To Hell" || Sons of Anarchy

[E] You wanna tell me what happened to [G] Piney?
You should know.
[Bm] You're Clay's boy.
What are you [E] talking about?
Clay [G] killed my old man!
No.
[Bm] Oh yes! _
[E] _ [G] He killed my wife.
[Em] _ [Bm] Now my father.
[E] When I die,
[Em] I'm gonna end that distance equal my_
That's what [F#] I was_
I wasn't gonna [Em] chill about some shit.
Fuck, [G] if I was dead, I wouldn't have to wear my knuckles.
I could just lay up.
It'd be [Em] heaven on earth.
When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell.
Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't [Bm] hard to fucking tell.
[E] It don't make sense
going [G] to heaven with the goodie goodies
dressed in [C] white.
I like [F#] black tears
and black hoodies.
[E] God'll probably have me on
[Em] some real strict shit.
No sleeping
all day.
No [Bm] getting my dick lit.
Hanging with [E] the goodie goodies.
[G] Lounging in paradise.
[C] Fuck that shit.
I wanna [F#] throw guns and shoot dice.
[Em] All my life, I've been considered
as the worst.
Lying to my mother,
even [Bm] stealing out of her purse.
[E] Crime after crime, [G] from drugs to extortion.
[C] I know my mother, when she got her fuck
in the abortion.
She don't even love me
like she did when I was younger.
Fucking on her chest just to stop my fucking
hunger.
[E] I wonder if I died
with [G] tears come to her eyes.
[C] Forgive me
for my disrespect.
[Bm] Forgive me for my_
Forgive me for [Em] my lies.
I [G] wasn't really looking at it as like, well, how am I
feeling right now?
I [F#] feel like killing myself.
It [Em] wasn't like that.
[G] I was just
thinking like, jeez, I'm gonna [C] be like,
stressed out in this [F#] same fucking room.
[C] My baby mother's eight months, her little sister's
two.
Who's to blame for both of them?
I swear to [Em] God, I wanna just
slip my wrist in this bullshit.
Throw the magnum, till my [B] head's through the
bullshit.
And squeeze
[G] until the bed's completely [Em] red.
I'm glad I'm dead.
[Bm] I want this fucking
Buddha [E] head.
The stress is building [G] up.
I can't.
I can't [C] believe suicide's
on [F#] my fucking mind.
I wanna
[C] leave.
I swear to God, I feel like death is
fucking calling me.
But nah, you wouldn't
[F#] understand.
[B] You see,
it's kinda like the [G] crack did the poop
in [C] New Jack.
Except when I [B] cross over,
it ain't no coming [C] back.
Should I die
on the train track like Rainbow
in Beach Street?
People at the funerals
frontin' like they [Em] miss me.
My baby
mama kiss me, but she glad I'm gone.
She know me and her [F#] sister had
something going on.
I [C] reach my peak.
I can't speak.
Call my nigga [D#m] Chief, tell him that
my will is [E] weak.
[Em] I'm sick of niggas
lying.
I'm sick of bitches talking.
Matter of fact, [G] I'm sick of talking.
[E] _ [Em] Yeah.
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[E] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
[E] _ _ [C] _ Oh.
Alright, pops.
You gotta [D#m] tell me like.
[Em] I got a lot.
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