Andrew Jackson Jihad - A song dedicated to the memory of stormy the rabbit

^AmFor four four nights^G I have fled from my f^Fortress ^AmForaging fore^Gsts five footsteps ^Fin length ^AmFortitude fou^Gnd within forty ounce ^Fbottles ^AmFlowing like flies^G from your face ^{F E}From your face

^AmMy neighborhood ha^Gs been filled brim with bl^Fack cats And whe^Amn I go driving t^Ghey walk in my path ^{F E}All the time, every time La da dada dum da da^Am dum da da dum ^{G F} La deeda da dum da d^Ama dum da da dum ^{G F} Am G F La deeda da dum da da dum da da d^Eum da da dum da da dum

^AmFirst we were babies^G, we're birthing and dy^Fing ^AmThen we were children^G, we're playing and crying^{F Am}Then we're teenagers we^G're smoking and fuck^Fing ^AmNow we're all grownu^Gp and we're sadly sighi^Fng And lack^Aming but lurking a^Gnd licking our wound^Fs We've created by^Am lusting an^Gd lying ^{F E}To ourselves and to others Am G F We're sadly sigh-hyhy-hy-^Ehyhy-hyhy-hy-hyhy-hy-ing Am G F We're sadly sigh-hyhy-hy-hyhy-h^Ey-hyhy-hy-hyhy-hy-ing Am G F We're sadly sigh-hyhy-hy-hyhy-hy^E-hyhy-hy-hyhy-hy-ing Am G F We're sadly sigh-hyhy-hy-^Ehyhy-hy-hyhy-hy-hyhy-ing

And I'd ^Amlike to be a b^Gig ball^F of meat For bees^Am to buzz ^Garound and e^Fat When I die, s^Eo I might be granted One sense of purpose ^Am