Where Do I Go Chords by Boondox
Tempo:
77.375 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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I don't know where I
[D]
am.
I don't know where I am.
I don't know where I am.
I don't know where I am.
I don't know where I am.
I don't know where I am.
I don't know where I am.
I'm swinging, swinging, hatching, swallowing, screaming, psychopathic
And I'll break it, and I'll run the show, and I'll make it, and I'm a juggerlo
Would I be better off in flames and burning for eternity?
And should the evil that I'm doing really be concerning me?
And should I bite my tongue and never see it and walk a righteous path?
Or will I feel the devil's pitchfork sticking in my righteous ass?
Wake up to the smell of flesh that's slowly burning like a pan
And I listen to the screams of sinners roasting like a chicken dinner
Every day in hell the temperature would be a fucking scorcher
And every day in hell a new experience of human torture
When I [G] die I don't know where I'm [D] gonna be
But I know it's a one-way ticket
And when I [G] die I don't know where I [D] wanna be
But I know that I'll stay wicked
I don't know where I'm gonna go
But when I get there they gonna know how wicked
And I'll run the show, and I'll make it, [E] and I'm a juggerlo
And I'm [D] swinging, swinging, hatching, smiling, screaming, psychopathic
And I'll break it, and I'll run the show, and I'll make it, and I'm a juggerlo
Would I be better off with streets of gold?
A halo, angel wings, and floating like a boat on clouds
Just chilling while a choir slings
And every single female big old booty sporting double D's
Quick to take a dick and on command be blowing like a breeze
Never being broke or feeling sick and liquor on tap
Pockin' biggie, dropping by to ask me
Where the weed at?
All this anger is our heaven, I just hope they listening
And even though the hell is calling, pray for me they let me in
Let me in, let me in, let me in
I don't know where I'm gonna go
But when I get there they gonna know how wicked
And I'll run the show, and I'll make it, and I'm a juggerlo
And I'm swinging, swinging hatchets
While I'm screaming, psychopathic
And I'm wicked, and I'll run the show, and I'm wicked, and I'm a juggerlo
I don't know where I'm gonna go
But when I get there they gonna know how wicked
And I'll run the show, and I'm a juggerlo
And I'm swinging, swinging hatchets
While I'm screaming, psychopathic
And I'm wicked, and I'll run the show, and I'm wicked, and I'm a juggerlo
And I'm swinging, swinging hatchets
While I'm screaming, psychopathic
And I'm wicked, and I'll run the show, and I'm wicked, and I'm a juggerlo I'm wicked
I'm wicked
[N]
[D]
am.
I don't know where I am.
I don't know where I am.
I don't know where I am.
I don't know where I am.
I don't know where I am.
I don't know where I am.
I'm swinging, swinging, hatching, swallowing, screaming, psychopathic
And I'll break it, and I'll run the show, and I'll make it, and I'm a juggerlo
Would I be better off in flames and burning for eternity?
And should the evil that I'm doing really be concerning me?
And should I bite my tongue and never see it and walk a righteous path?
Or will I feel the devil's pitchfork sticking in my righteous ass?
Wake up to the smell of flesh that's slowly burning like a pan
And I listen to the screams of sinners roasting like a chicken dinner
Every day in hell the temperature would be a fucking scorcher
And every day in hell a new experience of human torture
When I [G] die I don't know where I'm [D] gonna be
But I know it's a one-way ticket
And when I [G] die I don't know where I [D] wanna be
But I know that I'll stay wicked
I don't know where I'm gonna go
But when I get there they gonna know how wicked
And I'll run the show, and I'll make it, [E] and I'm a juggerlo
And I'm [D] swinging, swinging, hatching, smiling, screaming, psychopathic
And I'll break it, and I'll run the show, and I'll make it, and I'm a juggerlo
Would I be better off with streets of gold?
A halo, angel wings, and floating like a boat on clouds
Just chilling while a choir slings
And every single female big old booty sporting double D's
Quick to take a dick and on command be blowing like a breeze
Never being broke or feeling sick and liquor on tap
Pockin' biggie, dropping by to ask me
Where the weed at?
All this anger is our heaven, I just hope they listening
And even though the hell is calling, pray for me they let me in
Let me in, let me in, let me in
I don't know where I'm gonna go
But when I get there they gonna know how wicked
And I'll run the show, and I'll make it, and I'm a juggerlo
And I'm swinging, swinging hatchets
While I'm screaming, psychopathic
And I'm wicked, and I'll run the show, and I'm wicked, and I'm a juggerlo
I don't know where I'm gonna go
But when I get there they gonna know how wicked
And I'll run the show, and I'm a juggerlo
And I'm swinging, swinging hatchets
While I'm screaming, psychopathic
And I'm wicked, and I'll run the show, and I'm wicked, and I'm a juggerlo
And I'm swinging, swinging hatchets
While I'm screaming, psychopathic
And I'm wicked, and I'll run the show, and I'm wicked, and I'm a juggerlo I'm wicked
I'm wicked
[N]
Key:
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D
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D
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I don't know where I _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
am.
I don't know where I am.
I don't know where I am.
I don't know where I am.
I don't know where I am.
I don't know where I am.
I _ _ _ don't know where I am.
I'm swinging, swinging, hatching, swallowing, screaming, psychopathic
And I'll break it, and I'll run the show, and I'll make it, and I'm a juggerlo
Would I be better off in flames and burning for eternity?
And should the evil that I'm doing really be concerning me?
And should I bite my tongue and never see it and walk a righteous path?
Or will I feel the devil's pitchfork sticking in my righteous ass?
Wake up to the smell of flesh that's slowly burning like a pan
And I listen to the screams of sinners roasting like a chicken dinner
Every day in hell the temperature would be a fucking scorcher
And every day in hell a new experience of human torture
When I [G] die I don't know where I'm [D] gonna be
But I know it's a one-way ticket
And when I [G] die I don't know where I [D] wanna be
But I know that I'll stay wicked
I don't know where I'm gonna go
But when I get there they gonna know how wicked
And I'll run the show, and I'll make it, [E] and I'm a juggerlo
And I'm [D] swinging, swinging, hatching, smiling, screaming, psychopathic
And I'll break it, and I'll run the show, and I'll make it, and I'm a juggerlo
Would I be better off with streets of gold?
A halo, angel wings, and floating like a boat on clouds
Just chilling while a choir slings
And every single female big old booty sporting double D's
Quick to take a dick and on command be blowing like a breeze
Never being broke or feeling sick and liquor on tap
Pockin' biggie, dropping by to ask me
Where the weed at?
All this anger is our heaven, I just hope they listening
And even though the hell is calling, pray for me they let me in
Let me in, let me in, let me _ _ _ in
I don't know where I'm gonna go
But when I get there they gonna know how wicked
And I'll run the show, and I'll make it, and I'm a juggerlo
And I'm swinging, swinging hatchets
While I'm screaming, psychopathic
And I'm wicked, and I'll run the show, and I'm wicked, and I'm a juggerlo
I don't know where I'm gonna go
But when I get there they gonna know how wicked
And I'll run the show, and I'm a juggerlo
And I'm swinging, swinging hatchets
While I'm screaming, psychopathic
And I'm wicked, and I'll run the show, and I'm wicked, and I'm a juggerlo
And I'm _ swinging, swinging hatchets
While I'm screaming, psychopathic
And I'm wicked, and I'll run the show, and I'm wicked, and I'm a juggerlo I'm wicked _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I'm wicked
_ [N] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I don't know where I _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
am.
I don't know where I am.
I don't know where I am.
I don't know where I am.
I don't know where I am.
I don't know where I am.
I _ _ _ don't know where I am.
I'm swinging, swinging, hatching, swallowing, screaming, psychopathic
And I'll break it, and I'll run the show, and I'll make it, and I'm a juggerlo
Would I be better off in flames and burning for eternity?
And should the evil that I'm doing really be concerning me?
And should I bite my tongue and never see it and walk a righteous path?
Or will I feel the devil's pitchfork sticking in my righteous ass?
Wake up to the smell of flesh that's slowly burning like a pan
And I listen to the screams of sinners roasting like a chicken dinner
Every day in hell the temperature would be a fucking scorcher
And every day in hell a new experience of human torture
When I [G] die I don't know where I'm [D] gonna be
But I know it's a one-way ticket
And when I [G] die I don't know where I [D] wanna be
But I know that I'll stay wicked
I don't know where I'm gonna go
But when I get there they gonna know how wicked
And I'll run the show, and I'll make it, [E] and I'm a juggerlo
And I'm [D] swinging, swinging, hatching, smiling, screaming, psychopathic
And I'll break it, and I'll run the show, and I'll make it, and I'm a juggerlo
Would I be better off with streets of gold?
A halo, angel wings, and floating like a boat on clouds
Just chilling while a choir slings
And every single female big old booty sporting double D's
Quick to take a dick and on command be blowing like a breeze
Never being broke or feeling sick and liquor on tap
Pockin' biggie, dropping by to ask me
Where the weed at?
All this anger is our heaven, I just hope they listening
And even though the hell is calling, pray for me they let me in
Let me in, let me in, let me _ _ _ in
I don't know where I'm gonna go
But when I get there they gonna know how wicked
And I'll run the show, and I'll make it, and I'm a juggerlo
And I'm swinging, swinging hatchets
While I'm screaming, psychopathic
And I'm wicked, and I'll run the show, and I'm wicked, and I'm a juggerlo
I don't know where I'm gonna go
But when I get there they gonna know how wicked
And I'll run the show, and I'm a juggerlo
And I'm swinging, swinging hatchets
While I'm screaming, psychopathic
And I'm wicked, and I'll run the show, and I'm wicked, and I'm a juggerlo
And I'm _ swinging, swinging hatchets
While I'm screaming, psychopathic
And I'm wicked, and I'll run the show, and I'm wicked, and I'm a juggerlo I'm wicked _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I'm wicked
_ [N] _ _