Chords for Bumblefoot - Vomit (live)
Tempo:
68.625 bpm
Chords used:
E
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Em
C
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] I used to think my thoughts made [Em] me mad, then I realized I was just more of a dog,
so I put my hands to [E] stick my mind to the side of her fist.
It sucks.
I think it's strange to [C] take my mind off [Em] of things that ventilate hostility with positivity
and control my aggressive tendencies.
[E] It's what I am is what you're here.
It's a piece [Em] of me that I lay my flesh and continue my plot,
that I'm like a child yet completely [E] misformed, like [B] a child but you [Eb] can't more, Oprah.
[E] And every kid becomes an [Em] angry man in the pendulum swings,
like I think it might be, yeah, the pendulum swings, and it pairs the sound like the [F] mood swings.
It's what keeps me [E] wild.
I've lost my better self falling through it,
[C] like a mantra it [E] puts me through it, like a handshake it greets me and it cheats me of a content life.
And in the end we bend to make amends [C] before your own necks eat ya,
and to those that make [N] me testicle, I hope your food will [E] feed ya.
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[E] [A] [E] [Am]
[E] [A] [Em] [E] It's my darkest week, I feel my way through,
scattered by your short limbs, made of sounds that keep down the part of me [E] I fear.
[Em] It's a piece of me that puts my flesh to the test,
gifted power in the nose, my awareness of what's waiting under my [E] skin.
It's a piece of me that I lay my flesh and continue my plot,
that I'm like a child yet completely misformed, like a child but you can't more, [Em] Oprah.
And every kid becomes an angry man in the pendulum swings,
like I think it might be, yeah, the pendulum swings, and it pairs the [Eb] sound like the mood swings.
It's what keeps me wild.
[E] I've lost my better self falling through it,
like a [C] mantra it puts me [Em] through it, like a handshake it greets me and it cheats me of a content life.
And in the end we bend to make amends, cause anyone [C] of us can blow up,
since I'll [E] be there to collect my share.
I'd like to see you throw up.
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[N] And every kid becomes an angry man in the pendulum swings,
like I think it might be, yeah, the pendulum swings, and it pairs the sound like the mood swings.
It's what keeps me wild.
I've lost my better self falling through it,
like a mantra it puts me through it, like a handshake it greets me and it cheats me of a content life.
And in the end we bend to make amends, cause anyone of us can blow up,
since I'll be there to collect my share.
I'd really hope you [E] throw up.
[A] [E]
[A] [E] [E]
[D] [E]
[G] [E] [A] [D] [E]
Thank you, Elle.
so I put my hands to [E] stick my mind to the side of her fist.
It sucks.
I think it's strange to [C] take my mind off [Em] of things that ventilate hostility with positivity
and control my aggressive tendencies.
[E] It's what I am is what you're here.
It's a piece [Em] of me that I lay my flesh and continue my plot,
that I'm like a child yet completely [E] misformed, like [B] a child but you [Eb] can't more, Oprah.
[E] And every kid becomes an [Em] angry man in the pendulum swings,
like I think it might be, yeah, the pendulum swings, and it pairs the sound like the [F] mood swings.
It's what keeps me [E] wild.
I've lost my better self falling through it,
[C] like a mantra it [E] puts me through it, like a handshake it greets me and it cheats me of a content life.
And in the end we bend to make amends [C] before your own necks eat ya,
and to those that make [N] me testicle, I hope your food will [E] feed ya.
[A]
[E] [A] [E] [Am]
[E] [A] [Em] [E] It's my darkest week, I feel my way through,
scattered by your short limbs, made of sounds that keep down the part of me [E] I fear.
[Em] It's a piece of me that puts my flesh to the test,
gifted power in the nose, my awareness of what's waiting under my [E] skin.
It's a piece of me that I lay my flesh and continue my plot,
that I'm like a child yet completely misformed, like a child but you can't more, [Em] Oprah.
And every kid becomes an angry man in the pendulum swings,
like I think it might be, yeah, the pendulum swings, and it pairs the [Eb] sound like the mood swings.
It's what keeps me wild.
[E] I've lost my better self falling through it,
like a [C] mantra it puts me [Em] through it, like a handshake it greets me and it cheats me of a content life.
And in the end we bend to make amends, cause anyone [C] of us can blow up,
since I'll [E] be there to collect my share.
I'd like to see you throw up.
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[N] And every kid becomes an angry man in the pendulum swings,
like I think it might be, yeah, the pendulum swings, and it pairs the sound like the mood swings.
It's what keeps me wild.
I've lost my better self falling through it,
like a mantra it puts me through it, like a handshake it greets me and it cheats me of a content life.
And in the end we bend to make amends, cause anyone of us can blow up,
since I'll be there to collect my share.
I'd really hope you [E] throw up.
[A] [E]
[A] [E] [E]
[D] [E]
[G] [E] [A] [D] [E]
Thank you, Elle.
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_ _ [E] _ I used to think my thoughts made [Em] me mad, then I realized I was just more of a dog,
so I put my hands to [E] stick my mind to the side of her fist.
It sucks.
I think it's strange to [C] take my mind off [Em] of things that ventilate hostility with positivity
and control my aggressive tendencies.
[E] It's what I am is what you're here.
It's a piece [Em] of me that I lay my flesh and continue my plot,
that I'm like a child yet completely [E] misformed, like [B] a child but you [Eb] can't more, Oprah.
[E] And every kid becomes an [Em] angry man in the pendulum swings,
like I think it might be, yeah, the pendulum swings, and it pairs the sound like the [F] mood swings.
It's what keeps me [E] wild.
I've lost my better self falling through it,
[C] like a mantra it [E] puts me through it, like a handshake it greets me and it cheats me of a content life.
And in the end we bend to make amends [C] before your own necks eat ya,
and to those that make [N] me testicle, I hope your food will [E] feed ya.
_ _ [A] _
[E] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ _ [Am] _
[E] _ _ [A] _ _ [Em] _ _ [E] It's my darkest week, I feel my way through,
scattered by your short limbs, made of sounds that keep down the part of me [E] I fear.
[Em] It's a piece of me that puts my flesh to the test,
gifted power in the nose, my awareness of what's waiting under my [E] skin.
It's a piece of me that I lay my flesh and continue my plot,
that I'm like a child yet completely misformed, like a child but you can't more, [Em] Oprah.
And every kid becomes an angry man in the pendulum swings,
like I think it might be, yeah, the pendulum swings, and it pairs the [Eb] sound like the mood swings.
It's what keeps me wild.
[E] I've lost my better self falling through it,
like a [C] mantra it puts me [Em] through it, like a handshake it greets me and it cheats me of a content life.
And in the end we bend to make amends, cause anyone [C] of us can blow up,
since I'll [E] be there to collect my share.
I'd like to see you throw up. _
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_ [N] _ _ _ _ And every kid becomes an angry man in the pendulum swings,
like I think it might be, yeah, the pendulum swings, and it pairs the sound like the mood swings.
It's what keeps me wild.
I've lost my better self falling through it,
like a mantra it puts me through it, like a handshake it greets me and it cheats me of a content life.
And in the end we bend to make amends, cause anyone of us can blow up,
since I'll be there to collect my share.
I'd really hope you [E] throw up. _
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_ [D] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ [E] _ _ _ [A] _ [D] _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ Thank you, Elle. _
so I put my hands to [E] stick my mind to the side of her fist.
It sucks.
I think it's strange to [C] take my mind off [Em] of things that ventilate hostility with positivity
and control my aggressive tendencies.
[E] It's what I am is what you're here.
It's a piece [Em] of me that I lay my flesh and continue my plot,
that I'm like a child yet completely [E] misformed, like [B] a child but you [Eb] can't more, Oprah.
[E] And every kid becomes an [Em] angry man in the pendulum swings,
like I think it might be, yeah, the pendulum swings, and it pairs the sound like the [F] mood swings.
It's what keeps me [E] wild.
I've lost my better self falling through it,
[C] like a mantra it [E] puts me through it, like a handshake it greets me and it cheats me of a content life.
And in the end we bend to make amends [C] before your own necks eat ya,
and to those that make [N] me testicle, I hope your food will [E] feed ya.
_ _ [A] _
[E] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ _ [Am] _
[E] _ _ [A] _ _ [Em] _ _ [E] It's my darkest week, I feel my way through,
scattered by your short limbs, made of sounds that keep down the part of me [E] I fear.
[Em] It's a piece of me that puts my flesh to the test,
gifted power in the nose, my awareness of what's waiting under my [E] skin.
It's a piece of me that I lay my flesh and continue my plot,
that I'm like a child yet completely misformed, like a child but you can't more, [Em] Oprah.
And every kid becomes an angry man in the pendulum swings,
like I think it might be, yeah, the pendulum swings, and it pairs the [Eb] sound like the mood swings.
It's what keeps me wild.
[E] I've lost my better self falling through it,
like a [C] mantra it puts me [Em] through it, like a handshake it greets me and it cheats me of a content life.
And in the end we bend to make amends, cause anyone [C] of us can blow up,
since I'll [E] be there to collect my share.
I'd like to see you throw up. _
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_ [N] _ _ _ _ And every kid becomes an angry man in the pendulum swings,
like I think it might be, yeah, the pendulum swings, and it pairs the sound like the mood swings.
It's what keeps me wild.
I've lost my better self falling through it,
like a mantra it puts me through it, like a handshake it greets me and it cheats me of a content life.
And in the end we bend to make amends, cause anyone of us can blow up,
since I'll be there to collect my share.
I'd really hope you [E] throw up. _
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_ _ _ _ Thank you, Elle. _