Chords for MF Doom - Guinesses

[F#] Running desperately low on food, they were forced to turn back.
[A] Well I'll be!
_ [F#] What's that villain doing?
_ [A] Wait, your voice sounds familiar.
[F#] Oh, it should.
You see, Doom wants me to marry him.
[F#m] What?
After seeing what he has done to our people, world, [F#] I despise him.
He intends to destroy all [F#m] of us if I persist in refusing [A] him.
Even now.
[F#] Shaitan never came so ill, he got skill.
[A] Met a brother from the grill that gave him spine pills.
[F#] All 33 nerves controlling my curves.
[A] Common sense just swerved every time I got served.
[F#] Stress, frustration, empty rhetoric.
[A] Cold as winter in Connecticut, compassion lacking [F#] deficit.
Thought it was love, lied, sent from above.
[A] You not a soulmate, but ways and actions of a [F#] prophet.
Who by lower senses come in faker than extensions.
[A] Sister, where your good intentions out of here?
Sister, what's this?
[F#] Intuition, maybe it was me I couldn't see.
Holding on to fantasy, getting bitten by reality.
War wound, purple part, love [A] lettering, morphine.
Painkillers, drugs, and [F#] medicine.
Anything just to forget the hurt.
[A] Incoming!
Painkiller hit the dirt [F#] on the front line.
His casualties in the [A] line.
And the POW getting left [F#] behind.
Mentally scarred for life.
Love is war and some chicks are just too hard to wipe.
I should have dedicated from Genesis instead of hitting the [A] Genesis.
Now I'm free falling, cursing Manchester street [F#] balling.
He sees calling, no appetite for peace [A] darling.
So deep all in, [F#] I bet he'd never stop balling.
Women forsake God for the sin of a man.
[A] Sacrifice a whole life for a slice over [F#] there.
Maybe it's a lack of pigment, loneliness, imagined [A] figment.
Only got the car kit to pull extra cheese in [F#] it.
Damn Jody, coming with the okie doke, [A] okie ho.
Steady rocket boats got me aiming for your throat.
[F#] Sniper scope, weren't we supposed to elope?
[A] Proposed and you froze, I don't think that I can [F#] cope.
War wound, purple part, love [A] lettering, morphine.
Painkillers, drugs, and [F#] medicine.
Anything just to forget the hurt.
[A] Incoming!
Painkiller hit the dirt [F#] on the front line.
His casualties in the [A] line.
And the POW getting left [F#] behind.
Mentally scarred for life.
Love [N] is war and some chicks are just too hard to wife.
Constant frustration, stemming from a knowing situation.
Rushing lust and fornication, adding to the [G#] complication.
Patience is a virtue, pain run deep with love desertion.
Listening [F#] to whispering, choosing chaos over discipline.
Simpleton, life should really be a piece of [A] intimate.
Relationships strengthening, flower essence [F#] pinceting.
Gentlemen are my favorite shit, so I'm never [A] forsaking it.
I persevere, make it fit, scoping and [F#] reshaping it.
Take your sips, offer, fit the [A] impassioned.
Incense, incense, candle lit, [F#] scandalous.
Emotional bandages, why would he abandon this?
Guess he couldn't handle it, the boss is magnanimous.
War wound, purple part, love [A] lettering, morphine.
Painkillers, drugs, and [F#] medicine.
Anything just to forget the [A] hurt.
Incoming!
Painkiller hit the [F#] dirt on the front line.
His casualties in the [A] line.
And the POW getting left behind.
Mentally starved for life, love is war.
And some chicks are just too hard to [F#] wife.
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_ _ [F#] _ what is [E] this?
[B] _ [C]
Oh boy, here [F#] we go.
_ [C#m] How come all [D#] you college [C] boys wearing them baggedy looking white [F#] shoes?
I don't care for these boys.
[B] _ [E] [D#] Funny as [C] hell, that is them black [F#] knee sockets.
[B] Stop!
Yeah, she [D#] look like she got [C] burnt legs. _
[F#] You didn't wash your neck.
Sometimes we don't wash our [E] necks.
[D#] I washed [C] my neck.
Take a look at my neck.
_ [F#m] Hold it right [B] there, you!
[C#] Where you are going now, there [C] are no jokes.
[F#] _ Oh boy!
I'm beginning to think that armor [C]-plated gargoyle doesn't like [A#m] me!
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