Verse
G# / G# A
But after the gig is my true bender
G# / G# A
Every shake back to me goes
G# / G# A
Poor lambs this is a fuckin slaughter
[BREAK]
A D# x4
G# / G# A
You think that this is a turn of phrase
G# / G# A
Realism is what we're preachin
G# / G# A
Are you really so afraid?
G# / G# A
[BREAK]
A D# x4