C Am F G

  C      Am     F            G
I walked into a room full of corpses
    F                     G
The room all smelled like flowers
           Am             
There were Nikes on their feet
         F               G
Hail and smile under the cloth


  C     Am       F                G
I gazed into the souls of all the horses
     F                  G
That jumped off all the bridges
         Am           
In those wild western days
  F                 G
A spaceship made of death


C   Am
Do. Re.
F           G
Mi Fa So La Ti
F   G       C
Do, Re, and Me.


(C) Am F G

  C    Am       F               G
I gave into the needs of all my masters
F          G
Man is the Bastard is a
Am             
Brutal fucking band
    F                G
And they hate Thomas Lenz


  C    Am     F              G
I fell into a coffin full of orphans
    F                 G
And they all had been slaughtered 
     Am             
By a website-making man
     F            G
With music in his heart


C   Am
Do. Re.
F           G
Mi Fa So La Ti
F   G       C    Am
Do, Re, and Me
F   G       C    Am
Do, Re, and Me
F   G       C
Do, Re, and Me