Chords for The Queue to the Cemetery
Tempo:
84.2 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
G
E
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Em]
[G] The hue to the cemetery's getting shorter, [D] let's turn it into [G] a conga line.
Party hard till the party's over, [D] then skid into eternity [G] satisfied.
[C] Do all the things you [G] always wanted to do, [D] before you kiss your arse [G] goodbye.
The hue to the cemetery's getting shorter, [D] let's turn it [G] into a conga line.
Or otherwise
Target croak at pushing up [D] daisies, pull on bully [G] fuck.
Try picking off your bucket list, [D] before you go kicking [G] the bucket.
Some will say you can't do this, [D] well I say you [G] say fuck em.
[C] It's your life [G] so live it up big, [D] now's your time [G] to shine.
Just keep on picking off your bucket list, [D] or kick that [G] fucking bucket trying.
The hue to the cemetery's getting shorter, [D] let's turn it [G] into a conga line.
Party hard till the party's over, [D] then skid into [G] eternity satisfied.
[C] Do all the things [G] you always wanted to do, [D] before you kiss your [G] arse goodbye.
The hue to the cemetery's getting shorter, [D] let's turn it [G] into a conga line.
Or you could be dearly departed, [Eb] taking a dirt nap, pull on [G] bully fuck.
[A] Shake off what's holding you back, [E] join in the [A] conga line.
Laugh out loud till you piss yourself, [E] then dance like you're [A] farting fire.
[D] Live and love [A] like there's no [E] tomorrow, fuck regrets [A] leave em behind.
Squeeze the life out of the life you got [E] left, cause you're fucking dead a [A] long long time.
Cause the hue to the cemetery's getting [E] shorter, let's turn it [A] into a conga line.
Party hard till the party's [E] over, then skid into [A] eternity satisfied.
[D] Do all the [A] things you always wanted to do, [E] before you kiss your [A] arse goodbye.
Cause the hue to the cemetery's getting [E] shorter, let's turn it [A] into a conga line.
Owner [F] operator, compost maker, belly up, bite the dust.
Down for the count in a horizontal phone booth, catchin' the graveyard bus.
[Dm] Cancel your calendar, cash in your [A] chips, headed for the [Bb] last round up.
Fertilize [F] a farmer down in the [Gb] wormhole, [F] pull on bully fuck.
No fucking [E] way!
So [A] what, last time?
The hue to the cemetery's getting [E] shorter, let's turn it [A] into a conga line.
Party hard till the party's [E] over, then skid into [A] eternity satisfied.
[D] Do all the [A] things you always wanted to [E] do, before you kiss your [A] arse goodbye.
Cause the hue to the cemetery's getting [E] shorter, let's turn it [A] into a conga line.
[D] Do all the [A] things you always wanted to [E] do, before you kiss [A] your arse goodbye.
Cause the hue to the cemetery's getting [E] shorter, let's turn it [A] into a conga line.
The hue to the cemetery's getting [E] shorter, let's turn it [A] into a conga line.
[D] [A]
[D] [A] [E] [A]
[F]
[G] The hue to the cemetery's getting shorter, [D] let's turn it into [G] a conga line.
Party hard till the party's over, [D] then skid into eternity [G] satisfied.
[C] Do all the things you [G] always wanted to do, [D] before you kiss your arse [G] goodbye.
The hue to the cemetery's getting shorter, [D] let's turn it [G] into a conga line.
Or otherwise
Target croak at pushing up [D] daisies, pull on bully [G] fuck.
Try picking off your bucket list, [D] before you go kicking [G] the bucket.
Some will say you can't do this, [D] well I say you [G] say fuck em.
[C] It's your life [G] so live it up big, [D] now's your time [G] to shine.
Just keep on picking off your bucket list, [D] or kick that [G] fucking bucket trying.
The hue to the cemetery's getting shorter, [D] let's turn it [G] into a conga line.
Party hard till the party's over, [D] then skid into [G] eternity satisfied.
[C] Do all the things [G] you always wanted to do, [D] before you kiss your [G] arse goodbye.
The hue to the cemetery's getting shorter, [D] let's turn it [G] into a conga line.
Or you could be dearly departed, [Eb] taking a dirt nap, pull on [G] bully fuck.
[A] Shake off what's holding you back, [E] join in the [A] conga line.
Laugh out loud till you piss yourself, [E] then dance like you're [A] farting fire.
[D] Live and love [A] like there's no [E] tomorrow, fuck regrets [A] leave em behind.
Squeeze the life out of the life you got [E] left, cause you're fucking dead a [A] long long time.
Cause the hue to the cemetery's getting [E] shorter, let's turn it [A] into a conga line.
Party hard till the party's [E] over, then skid into [A] eternity satisfied.
[D] Do all the [A] things you always wanted to do, [E] before you kiss your [A] arse goodbye.
Cause the hue to the cemetery's getting [E] shorter, let's turn it [A] into a conga line.
Owner [F] operator, compost maker, belly up, bite the dust.
Down for the count in a horizontal phone booth, catchin' the graveyard bus.
[Dm] Cancel your calendar, cash in your [A] chips, headed for the [Bb] last round up.
Fertilize [F] a farmer down in the [Gb] wormhole, [F] pull on bully fuck.
No fucking [E] way!
So [A] what, last time?
The hue to the cemetery's getting [E] shorter, let's turn it [A] into a conga line.
Party hard till the party's [E] over, then skid into [A] eternity satisfied.
[D] Do all the [A] things you always wanted to [E] do, before you kiss your [A] arse goodbye.
Cause the hue to the cemetery's getting [E] shorter, let's turn it [A] into a conga line.
[D] Do all the [A] things you always wanted to [E] do, before you kiss [A] your arse goodbye.
Cause the hue to the cemetery's getting [E] shorter, let's turn it [A] into a conga line.
The hue to the cemetery's getting [E] shorter, let's turn it [A] into a conga line.
[D] [A]
[D] [A] [E] [A]
[F]
Key:
A
D
G
E
F
A
D
G
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
[G] _ The hue to the cemetery's getting shorter, [D] let's turn it into [G] a conga line.
Party hard till the party's over, [D] then skid into eternity [G] satisfied.
[C] Do all the things you [G] always wanted to do, [D] before you kiss your arse [G] goodbye.
The hue to the cemetery's getting shorter, [D] let's turn it [G] into a conga line.
Or otherwise_
Target croak at pushing up [D] daisies, pull on bully [G] fuck.
Try picking off your bucket list, [D] before you go kicking [G] the bucket.
Some will say you can't do this, [D] well I say you [G] say fuck em.
[C] It's your life [G] so live it up big, [D] now's your time [G] to shine.
Just keep on picking off your bucket list, [D] or kick that [G] fucking bucket trying.
_ The hue to the cemetery's getting shorter, [D] let's turn it [G] into a conga line.
Party hard till the party's over, [D] then skid into [G] eternity satisfied.
[C] Do all the things [G] you always wanted to do, [D] before you kiss your [G] arse goodbye.
The hue to the cemetery's getting shorter, [D] let's turn it [G] into a conga line.
Or you could be dearly departed, [Eb] taking a dirt nap, pull on [G] bully fuck. _
[A] Shake off what's holding you back, [E] join in the [A] conga line.
Laugh out loud till you piss yourself, [E] then dance like you're [A] farting fire.
[D] Live and love [A] like there's no [E] tomorrow, fuck regrets [A] leave em behind.
Squeeze the life out of the life you got [E] left, cause you're fucking dead a [A] long long time.
_ Cause the hue to the cemetery's getting [E] shorter, let's turn it [A] into a conga line.
Party hard till the party's [E] over, then skid into [A] eternity satisfied.
[D] Do all the [A] things you always wanted to do, [E] before you kiss your [A] arse goodbye.
Cause the hue to the cemetery's getting [E] shorter, let's turn it [A] into a conga line.
_ Owner [F] operator, compost maker, belly up, bite the dust.
Down for the count in a horizontal phone booth, catchin' the graveyard bus.
[Dm] Cancel your calendar, cash in your [A] chips, headed for the [Bb] last round up.
Fertilize [F] a farmer down in the [Gb] wormhole, [F] pull on bully fuck.
No fucking [E] way!
So [A] what, last time?
The hue to the cemetery's getting [E] shorter, let's turn it [A] into a conga line.
Party hard till the party's [E] over, then skid into [A] eternity satisfied.
[D] Do all the [A] things you always wanted to [E] do, before you kiss your [A] arse goodbye.
Cause the hue to the cemetery's getting [E] shorter, let's turn it [A] into a conga line.
_ [D] Do all the [A] things you always wanted to [E] do, before you kiss [A] your arse goodbye.
Cause the hue to the cemetery's getting [E] shorter, let's turn it [A] into a conga line.
_ The hue to the cemetery's getting [E] shorter, let's turn it [A] into a conga line. _
[D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _
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[G] _ The hue to the cemetery's getting shorter, [D] let's turn it into [G] a conga line.
Party hard till the party's over, [D] then skid into eternity [G] satisfied.
[C] Do all the things you [G] always wanted to do, [D] before you kiss your arse [G] goodbye.
The hue to the cemetery's getting shorter, [D] let's turn it [G] into a conga line.
Or otherwise_
Target croak at pushing up [D] daisies, pull on bully [G] fuck.
Try picking off your bucket list, [D] before you go kicking [G] the bucket.
Some will say you can't do this, [D] well I say you [G] say fuck em.
[C] It's your life [G] so live it up big, [D] now's your time [G] to shine.
Just keep on picking off your bucket list, [D] or kick that [G] fucking bucket trying.
_ The hue to the cemetery's getting shorter, [D] let's turn it [G] into a conga line.
Party hard till the party's over, [D] then skid into [G] eternity satisfied.
[C] Do all the things [G] you always wanted to do, [D] before you kiss your [G] arse goodbye.
The hue to the cemetery's getting shorter, [D] let's turn it [G] into a conga line.
Or you could be dearly departed, [Eb] taking a dirt nap, pull on [G] bully fuck. _
[A] Shake off what's holding you back, [E] join in the [A] conga line.
Laugh out loud till you piss yourself, [E] then dance like you're [A] farting fire.
[D] Live and love [A] like there's no [E] tomorrow, fuck regrets [A] leave em behind.
Squeeze the life out of the life you got [E] left, cause you're fucking dead a [A] long long time.
_ Cause the hue to the cemetery's getting [E] shorter, let's turn it [A] into a conga line.
Party hard till the party's [E] over, then skid into [A] eternity satisfied.
[D] Do all the [A] things you always wanted to do, [E] before you kiss your [A] arse goodbye.
Cause the hue to the cemetery's getting [E] shorter, let's turn it [A] into a conga line.
_ Owner [F] operator, compost maker, belly up, bite the dust.
Down for the count in a horizontal phone booth, catchin' the graveyard bus.
[Dm] Cancel your calendar, cash in your [A] chips, headed for the [Bb] last round up.
Fertilize [F] a farmer down in the [Gb] wormhole, [F] pull on bully fuck.
No fucking [E] way!
So [A] what, last time?
The hue to the cemetery's getting [E] shorter, let's turn it [A] into a conga line.
Party hard till the party's [E] over, then skid into [A] eternity satisfied.
[D] Do all the [A] things you always wanted to [E] do, before you kiss your [A] arse goodbye.
Cause the hue to the cemetery's getting [E] shorter, let's turn it [A] into a conga line.
_ [D] Do all the [A] things you always wanted to [E] do, before you kiss [A] your arse goodbye.
Cause the hue to the cemetery's getting [E] shorter, let's turn it [A] into a conga line.
_ The hue to the cemetery's getting [E] shorter, let's turn it [A] into a conga line. _
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