WHY? - Sod in the Seed (official video) Chords

Tempo:
158.1 bpm
Chords used:

Cm

Gm

Ab

Bb

Eb

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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WHY? - Sod in the Seed (official video) chords
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[Eb] Piss of Zender, Hound, and Eat of Ground, He [Cm] cannot remain bound [Ebm] when the trumpets [Eb] sound.
Let's review some recent [Cm] facts.
I make decent cash, I'm a minor star, [Bb] And we can't last if she don't drive a hybrid car.
We're [Gm] both vapid raps, on your flyer backs.
The [Ab] word is I purchased a refurbished Mac G4, Pull up [Cm] at critical mass, and a gas guzzling Ford.
Just [Bb] to ask you when next your rock outfit performs, Before [Gm] you tell me the fact, I'm down the road yelling back.
[Ab] We spilt it on the Whole Foods bulletin board, I'd earn [Cm] a lick of respect in Slum Heart for sure.
But [Bb] I threw out my lumbar, picking up checks.
[Gm] I'm so numb, Lord, yes, despite how I'm blessed.
[Ab] I'm destined to end up a slumlord depressed.
[Cm] Come by poorly dressed, you're a dress on the first.
I'm [Bb] something under my breath that half resembles some words.
[Gm] And like a bird in a suit, cut for a brutish bear.
[Ab] Back out of there, bowing like a Jew in prayer.
[Eb] I'll never [Ab] shirk [Eb] this first world curse.
A steady herd in a sturdy purse.
[Cm] A small dark bard, I'll give an inch to start.
[Bb] Then leave you home dreaming of the whole nine yards.
[Gm] Leave you home dreaming, believing that you'd seen [Ab] me.
I'd be loose skin, breathing like a cathedral at evening.
[Cm] Screaming like a demon in the Garden of Eden.
[Bb] Missing what parts that a stork in its beak brings.
[Gm] But even what an evil man thinks is really pink and [Ab] on his insides.
Doesn't mean you shouldn't pull his card out.
[Cm] So what if a man blinks in Morse code while he sings if he [Bb] sings his heart out?
Everybody's gotta get paid.
I'd [Gm] say far out, no way, frankly I'd be amazed.
But [Ab] a patriot would save the day, make the hit, shout CIA.
[Cm] What's bad, what's good?
A complicated man [Bb] is misunderstood.
Even to himself, [Gm] acutely unaware what's in a shallow breath of air.
[Ab] And long exhale of something else.
[Eb] I'll never shirk this first world curse.
A steady [Cm] herd in a [Eb] sturdy purse.
[Cm] Two sips, instant drip, sank of mud.
[Gm] New Corpus Publicis, thanks ya bud.
This hundred bucks worth of wordy blogger thugs.
[Cm] Come forth, forthwith to four seasons of flood.
To morbidly orbit your toilet like [Bb] hornets.
A buzz forming above like buzzards in love.
[Gm] When you first wake up, spitting sick from the gut.
[Ab] And shitting black blood at six.
And you wonder [Cm] why I'm high up, sitting up.
The blundering braggart [Bb] from a covered wagon.
Spitting onto the vagrants and gutters.
What, [Gm] does it make me evil?
Am I a feeble deranged fuck?
Cause [Ab] Jesus would and I would not.
Ride the needle exchange truck, well [Cm] if I'm out of luck.
I'm still pitching notes through this throat.
[Bb] Kissing fears and hopes through the ears of folks [Gm] listening.
No matter what, batter up enough of this nonsense.
[Ab] You can gather up the contents of the catcher's cup and suck.
[N]
[Cm] Do you kneel and squint your eyes and cup your hands against the window?
[Bb] Just to see who rides, to get a glimpse inside the limo?
[Gm] Have some self-respect and exercise some [Ab] tact.
While I supply the info that you lack.
One must [Cm] pay the frat fee to enjoy the factory snack.
[Bb] Strippers, roofies and six-packs.
And groupies with big [Gm] breasts, sending out mass texts.
Asking who's next [Ab] to get his lance waxed in the wickedest sex act.
[Cm] Step back from the stretch, Mac, and mind the gap.
[Bb] With all due respect, sir, there's a limited [Gm] cap.
You'll need a ticket to kick it in the back.
[Ab] Of this rented, tinted out black Cadillac.
But [Cm] I can tell by your polo slacks, the bagels and blank [Bb] stare.
You're good for the total package and game to be back there.
[Gm] But who am I to judge a man's heart by his yacht wear?
[Ab] And it scares me to death, yes, that I'm starting to not [Eb] care.
I'll never shirk this first world curse.
A steady hurt and a sturdy burst.
Good and evil's often either strength or flaw.
But [Abm] sod in the seed of what you are.
[Ab] A filthy silk stash in a white silk sash.
You're a doula duff smashed in an airplane [Eb] crash.
I'll never shirk this first world curse.
A steady hurt and a sturdy burst.
A [Gm]
steady [Cm] hurt and a [Eb] sturdy burst.
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Learn the basic chords of Why - Sod In The Seed chords, with this master sequence: Gm, Ab, Cm, Bb, Gm and Cm. To master the tempo, it's wise to start at 79 BPM before aiming for the song's 158 BPM. Considering the song's key of Eb Major, position your capo to suit your vocal and chord preferences.

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[Eb] Piss of Zender, _ Hound, and Eat of _ Ground, He [Cm] cannot _ remain bound [Ebm] when the _ trumpets [Eb] sound.
Let's review some recent [Cm] facts.
I make decent cash, I'm a minor star, [Bb] And we can't last if she don't drive a hybrid car.
We're [Gm] both vapid raps, on your flyer backs.
The [Ab] word is I purchased a refurbished Mac G4, Pull up [Cm] at critical mass, and a gas guzzling Ford.
Just [Bb] to ask you when next your rock outfit performs, Before [Gm] you tell me the fact, I'm down the road yelling back.
[Ab] We spilt it on the Whole Foods bulletin board, I'd earn [Cm] a lick of respect in Slum Heart for sure.
But [Bb] I threw out my lumbar, picking up checks.
[Gm] I'm so numb, Lord, yes, despite how I'm blessed.
[Ab] I'm destined to end up a slumlord depressed.
[Cm] Come by poorly dressed, you're a dress on the first.
I'm [Bb] something under my breath that half resembles some words.
[Gm] And like a bird in a suit, cut for a brutish bear.
[Ab] Back out of there, bowing like a Jew in prayer.
[Eb] I'll _ never [Ab] shirk [Eb] this first world curse.
_ _ _ A _ steady herd in a _ sturdy purse.
_ [Cm] A small dark bard, I'll give an inch to start.
[Bb] Then leave you home dreaming of the whole nine yards.
[Gm] Leave you home dreaming, believing that you'd seen [Ab] me.
I'd be loose skin, breathing like a cathedral at evening.
[Cm] Screaming like a demon in the Garden of Eden.
_ [Bb] Missing what parts that a stork in its beak brings.
[Gm] But even what an evil man thinks is really pink and [Ab] on his insides.
Doesn't mean you shouldn't pull his card out.
[Cm] So what if a man blinks in Morse code while he sings if he [Bb] sings his heart out? _
Everybody's gotta get paid.
I'd [Gm] say far out, no way, frankly I'd be amazed.
But [Ab] a patriot would save the day, make the hit, shout CIA.
[Cm] What's bad, what's good?
A complicated man [Bb] is misunderstood.
_ Even to himself, [Gm] acutely unaware what's in a shallow breath of air.
[Ab] And long exhale of something else.
_ [Eb] I'll _ never shirk this first world curse.
_ _ _ A _ steady _ [Cm] herd in a _ [Eb] sturdy _ _ purse.
[Cm] Two sips, instant drip, sank of mud.
[Gm] New Corpus _ Publicis, thanks ya bud.
This hundred bucks worth of wordy blogger thugs.
[Cm] Come forth, forthwith to four seasons of flood.
To morbidly orbit your toilet like [Bb] hornets.
A buzz forming above like buzzards in love.
[Gm] When you first wake up, spitting sick from the gut.
[Ab] And shitting black blood at six.
And you wonder [Cm] why I'm high up, sitting up.
The blundering braggart [Bb] from a covered wagon.
Spitting onto the vagrants and gutters.
What, [Gm] does it make me evil?
Am I a feeble deranged fuck?
Cause [Ab] Jesus would and I would not.
Ride the needle exchange truck, well [Cm] if I'm out of luck.
I'm still pitching notes through this throat.
[Bb] Kissing fears and hopes through the ears of folks [Gm] listening.
No matter what, batter up enough of this nonsense.
[Ab] You can gather up the contents of the catcher's cup and suck.
[N] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Cm] Do you kneel and squint your eyes and cup your hands against the window?
[Bb] Just to see who rides, to get a glimpse inside the limo?
[Gm] Have some self-respect and exercise some [Ab] tact.
While I supply the info that you lack.
One must [Cm] pay the frat fee to enjoy the factory snack.
[Bb] Strippers, roofies and six-packs.
And groupies with big [Gm] breasts, sending out mass texts.
Asking who's next [Ab] to get his lance waxed in the wickedest sex act.
[Cm] Step back from the stretch, Mac, and mind the gap.
[Bb] With all due respect, sir, there's a limited [Gm] cap.
You'll need a ticket to kick it in the back.
_ [Ab] Of this rented, tinted out black Cadillac.
But [Cm] I can tell by your polo slacks, the bagels and blank [Bb] stare.
You're good for the total package and game to be back there.
[Gm] But who am I to judge a man's heart by his yacht wear?
[Ab] And it scares me to death, yes, that I'm starting to not [Eb] care.
I'll _ never _ shirk this first world _ curse.
_ A _ _ steady hurt and a _ _ sturdy _ burst.
Good and evil's often either strength or flaw.
But [Abm] sod in the seed of what you are.
[Ab] A filthy silk stash in a white silk sash.
You're a doula duff smashed in an airplane [Eb] crash.
I'll _ _ never shirk this first world curse.
_ _ A _ _ steady hurt and a _ sturdy _ burst.
_ A [Gm] _
steady _ [Cm] hurt and a _ [Eb] sturdy _ burst. _ _ _

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