John E. Smoke Chords by Butthole Surfers

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[D] _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ This year's song is about John W.
Smoke Jr.
[B] It's about being loved and loving love,
[D#] it's hating love and loving love,
and the hate that's love that revolves around
the love that's hate that's [Cm] the hate that's love
and the love that's love and the love
and the hate that's hate and love
that's love and the hate.
It's about [B] John W.
Smoke's mom,
it's with his mom, [Em] it's about his mom,
it's without his mom, it's about love with his mom
and being without his mom and loving the hate
that's hate and loving his [B] mom all the [Em] time
you're there hating love and the hate
that's love and the hate and love
and it's loveless hate.
[G] And it goes something about like [A] this. Johnny [Em] Smoke _ _
Oh [Bm] Johnny Smoke
_ _ John Smoke
Oh Johnny Smoke _ _
Oh Johnny Smoke
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Johnny Johnny [E] Johnny Joe _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ [B] John _ John Smoke
_ [E] Johnny Smoke
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John was a little crippled midget lesbian boy
but he stood ten foot [E] tall with a knife. _
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_ _ [E] _ Pretty soon a mole had appeared on John's left leg
and [A] rope like it had extended out 469 different [D#] miles
and barely barely it was [A] 69 different [B] nuns
speaking simultaneously [Em] to John in 69 different languages.
And it evolved [F] itself and it was [Em] a legless dog
that had become a cyclone out of John's [Cm] father's forehead.
And there [F#] it was like a Twinkie with a halo [Em] storm in it
and it evolved down into the sky
and it talked to John like he was a little puppy himself.
And John said that I am not the magma
I am not the crust and I shall evolve
and the [C#] rain had come down and it washed on John.
And he said that I will be a cigarette
but before it's all done with.
And they said no you [B] are the flame itself
and you shall burn pure in the South American sky
where the [D] blood dogs worship the still.
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_ [B] _ Johnny [Em] Smoke _ [Bm] Johnny Smoke
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_ _ Johnny _ _ _ _ Smoke [Em] Johnny Smoke _ _ [Bm] Johnny Smoke [E] _ Johnny Smoke _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ Johnny Smoke
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_ Johnny Smoke
Johnny [Em] Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny [G#m] Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny [E] Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny
_ _ [C] _ _ _ [B] And so brainlessly leglessly hairlessly
the [Em] foil pit condom itself
[B] had revealed to John that the dewy doodle luxury [C] liner
had extended out of John's left side
and so it had creaked into him
marginally scrammed backwards and upwardly
they did evolve
downward they [E] fell like a thin sheet of waist
Why did it come into [C] John's body?
His body was no longer [B] the tribe vehicle express itself
and he [C] could not be the dog.
And the dog's eyes which had blood coming out
like they were roses around John's leg
and pulled him up
like he was a [Em] canoe
and he floated on the life essence himself.
[E] For South America, where he was a man. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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