Andrew Jackson Jihad - Do re and me

I ^Cwalked ^Aminto a ^Froom full of ^Gcorpses The ^Froom all smelled like ^Gflowers There were ^CNikes on their ^Amfeet Hail and ^Fsmile under the ^Gcloth

I ^Cgazed ^Aminto the ^Fsouls of all the ^Ghorses That ^Fjumped off all the ^Gbridges In those ^Cwild western ^Amdays A ^Fspaceship made of ^Gdeath

^CDo. ^AmRe. F G Mi Fa So La Ti ^FDo, ^GRe, and ^CMe.

I ^Cgave ^Aminto the ^Fneeds of all my ^Gmasters ^FMan is the ^GBastard is a ^CBrutal fucking ^Amband And ^Fthey hate Thomas ^GLenz

I ^Cfell ^Aminto a ^Fcoffin full of ^Gorphans And ^Fthey all had been ^Gslaughtered By a ^Cwebsite-making ^Amman With ^Fmusic in his ^Gheart

^CDo. ^AmRe. F G Mi Fa So La Ti ^FDo, ^GRe, and ^CMe ^{Am F}Do, ^GRe, and ^CMe ^{Am F}Do, ^GRe, and ^CMe