Judgement Day Chords by Scott H. Biram
Tempo:
143.95 bpm
Chords used:
F
C
Bb
G
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Since 1979, leasing is their only business.
Yes, me.
[G] No.
We give [Bb] in to depression and anxiety.
Our credit card bills are coming [Bm] due.
There's sickness.
People are losing their jobs.
It's so easy to give in.
I [F]
[C]
[F]
[C] came in here to tell y'all just the way that I've been feeling.
[Bb] All this shit up in my head is [C] hardly explained.
And I can't get a grip on these people quite what they're dealing [Bb] with.
It feels like they all fuckin' [Em] with my [G] brain.
Well, you better hold on for there's a big storm comin' [F] down.
It's comin' for to watch us [C] all the way.
All you lying, greedy, stealing, cheating, hoodlum, everybody that's in us.
[Bb] Y'all gonna pay the world's own [C] judgment day.
Yeah!
[Eb] [F] [C]
[D] [F]
[F] [C] Just around the [G] corner I think I see something comin' down.
It's Jesus, Hitler, Buddha, and the fire.
Frankenstein and the death row [Bb] lines, the boogeyman and the [F] Ku Klux Klan.
And what you gonna do for [C] me tonight?
You [F] better get down on your knees and [C] pray tonight.
You better [G] run, son.
[F] Turn your radio on.
Put the belt to the metal.
Let's hit [C] the road.
There ain't no time for it.
I'm [Bb] lookin' back at the devil on [F] whatever kind I gotta get [C] you.
Oh, whatever [F] kind I gotta get [G] you.
Lord have mercy.
[Eb] [C]
[F] [C]
[G] [F]
[C]
[Cm] I'm a husband of the apocalypse [F] and y'all better all get used to it.
Cause it looks like we're gonna party down [C] in hell.
I got a mind to decline.
[Bb] Rubbin' elbows with you swine.
I [F] don't know what a fuckin' book it is.
You'll [G] try to sell.
Yeah, you [Bb] can shove [F] it up your ass and go to [G] hell.
You better run, son.
Turn [F] your radio on.
Put the belt to the metal.
Let's [G] hit the road.
There ain't no time for it.
[Bb] I'm lookin' back at the devil [F] on whatever kind I gotta get [C] you.
Oh, [Bb] whatever kind I gotta [G] get you.
[Bb] [F] [C]
Yes, me.
[G] No.
We give [Bb] in to depression and anxiety.
Our credit card bills are coming [Bm] due.
There's sickness.
People are losing their jobs.
It's so easy to give in.
I [F]
[C]
[F]
[C] came in here to tell y'all just the way that I've been feeling.
[Bb] All this shit up in my head is [C] hardly explained.
And I can't get a grip on these people quite what they're dealing [Bb] with.
It feels like they all fuckin' [Em] with my [G] brain.
Well, you better hold on for there's a big storm comin' [F] down.
It's comin' for to watch us [C] all the way.
All you lying, greedy, stealing, cheating, hoodlum, everybody that's in us.
[Bb] Y'all gonna pay the world's own [C] judgment day.
Yeah!
[Eb] [F] [C]
[D] [F]
[F] [C] Just around the [G] corner I think I see something comin' down.
It's Jesus, Hitler, Buddha, and the fire.
Frankenstein and the death row [Bb] lines, the boogeyman and the [F] Ku Klux Klan.
And what you gonna do for [C] me tonight?
You [F] better get down on your knees and [C] pray tonight.
You better [G] run, son.
[F] Turn your radio on.
Put the belt to the metal.
Let's hit [C] the road.
There ain't no time for it.
I'm [Bb] lookin' back at the devil on [F] whatever kind I gotta get [C] you.
Oh, whatever [F] kind I gotta get [G] you.
Lord have mercy.
[Eb] [C]
[F] [C]
[G] [F]
[C]
[Cm] I'm a husband of the apocalypse [F] and y'all better all get used to it.
Cause it looks like we're gonna party down [C] in hell.
I got a mind to decline.
[Bb] Rubbin' elbows with you swine.
I [F] don't know what a fuckin' book it is.
You'll [G] try to sell.
Yeah, you [Bb] can shove [F] it up your ass and go to [G] hell.
You better run, son.
Turn [F] your radio on.
Put the belt to the metal.
Let's [G] hit the road.
There ain't no time for it.
[Bb] I'm lookin' back at the devil [F] on whatever kind I gotta get [C] you.
Oh, [Bb] whatever kind I gotta [G] get you.
[Bb] [F] [C]
Key:
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_ _ Since 1979, leasing is their only business.
Yes, me.
[G] No. _
We give [Bb] in to depression and anxiety.
Our credit card bills are coming [Bm] due.
There's sickness.
_ People are losing their jobs.
It's so easy to give in. _ _
I [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ came in here to tell y'all just the way that I've been feeling.
[Bb] All this shit up in my head is [C] hardly explained.
And I can't get a grip on these people quite what they're dealing [Bb] with.
It feels like they all fuckin' [Em] with my [G] brain.
Well, you better hold on for there's a big storm comin' [F] down.
It's comin' for to watch us [C] all the way.
All you lying, greedy, stealing, cheating, hoodlum, everybody that's in us.
[Bb] Y'all gonna pay the world's own [C] judgment day.
Yeah! _ _
[Eb] _ _ [F] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
[F] _ [C] _ _ _ _ Just around the [G] corner I think I see something comin' down.
It's Jesus, Hitler, Buddha, and the fire.
_ _ Frankenstein and the death row [Bb] lines, the boogeyman and the [F] Ku Klux Klan.
And what you gonna do for [C] me tonight?
You [F] better get down on your knees and [C] pray tonight.
You better [G] run, son.
[F] Turn your radio on.
Put the belt to the metal.
Let's hit [C] the road.
There ain't no time for it.
I'm [Bb] lookin' back at the devil on [F] whatever kind I gotta get [C] you.
Oh, whatever [F] kind I gotta get [G] you.
Lord have mercy.
_ [Eb] _ _ [C] _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [Cm] I'm a husband of the apocalypse [F] and y'all better all get used to it.
Cause it looks like we're gonna party down [C] in hell.
I got a mind to decline.
[Bb] Rubbin' elbows with you swine.
I [F] don't know what a fuckin' book it is.
You'll [G] try to sell.
Yeah, you [Bb] can shove [F] it up your ass and go to [G] hell.
You better run, son.
Turn [F] your radio on.
Put the belt to the metal.
Let's [G] hit the road.
There ain't no time for it.
[Bb] I'm lookin' back at the devil [F] on whatever kind I gotta get [C] you.
Oh, _ [Bb] whatever kind I gotta [G] get you.
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Yes, me.
[G] No. _
We give [Bb] in to depression and anxiety.
Our credit card bills are coming [Bm] due.
There's sickness.
_ People are losing their jobs.
It's so easy to give in. _ _
I [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ came in here to tell y'all just the way that I've been feeling.
[Bb] All this shit up in my head is [C] hardly explained.
And I can't get a grip on these people quite what they're dealing [Bb] with.
It feels like they all fuckin' [Em] with my [G] brain.
Well, you better hold on for there's a big storm comin' [F] down.
It's comin' for to watch us [C] all the way.
All you lying, greedy, stealing, cheating, hoodlum, everybody that's in us.
[Bb] Y'all gonna pay the world's own [C] judgment day.
Yeah! _ _
[Eb] _ _ [F] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
[F] _ [C] _ _ _ _ Just around the [G] corner I think I see something comin' down.
It's Jesus, Hitler, Buddha, and the fire.
_ _ Frankenstein and the death row [Bb] lines, the boogeyman and the [F] Ku Klux Klan.
And what you gonna do for [C] me tonight?
You [F] better get down on your knees and [C] pray tonight.
You better [G] run, son.
[F] Turn your radio on.
Put the belt to the metal.
Let's hit [C] the road.
There ain't no time for it.
I'm [Bb] lookin' back at the devil on [F] whatever kind I gotta get [C] you.
Oh, whatever [F] kind I gotta get [G] you.
Lord have mercy.
_ [Eb] _ _ [C] _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [Cm] I'm a husband of the apocalypse [F] and y'all better all get used to it.
Cause it looks like we're gonna party down [C] in hell.
I got a mind to decline.
[Bb] Rubbin' elbows with you swine.
I [F] don't know what a fuckin' book it is.
You'll [G] try to sell.
Yeah, you [Bb] can shove [F] it up your ass and go to [G] hell.
You better run, son.
Turn [F] your radio on.
Put the belt to the metal.
Let's [G] hit the road.
There ain't no time for it.
[Bb] I'm lookin' back at the devil [F] on whatever kind I gotta get [C] you.
Oh, _ [Bb] whatever kind I gotta [G] get you.
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _