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Knife Man
Gift of the Magi
Intro: (Barre) Em Dm (power chord) C G
G C G (Done quickly)
I used to be a dead guy
G C G (done quickly
Now I'm a fuckin' Jedi
EmAnd I've got lots of nDews for you
EmAnd I've got a long Dlist of Cthings to do
G C G (Done quickly)
I used to dwell on the present
G C G (Done quickly)
I used to be so Hesitant
EmBut now I've got my whole life Dto live
EmCm (staccato) D Am
And I've got all my love to give to all you fuckers that I hayayate
GIt's like the Gift of the Magi C G
GIt's like the Gift of the Magi C2!G
EmYou sold your soul to buy Dsome tits
EmI sold my soul to grow a dDiiiiiiick
GWe've gotta get him in the van C G
GWhat if he resists?C G
EmKick him in the back of Dthe fuckin' head
EmPut him in the back of tDhe fuckin' Vayayayan
GIt's a miracle of scienceC, G
GThis portrayal of violencCe G
EmIt lives inside us Dall
Emit lives inside ourD hearts
Am Cm (staccato)
Just like a stupid fucking tape wooooorm
Play into
Who can we blame?
GThe husband divorced his wife C G
Gafter she cut her hair C G
Embecause she was way less Dfuckable
EmAnd that's just Dunforgiveable
GMoved into a condoC G
Gand hung out by the POOOLC G
EmHe never wore a baDthing suit
EmBecause he wanted scope out the Dtalent
GIf god doesn't like ugly C G
GHe does't like anybody C G
EmFuck god anywayD
EmHe's osbsolete D
Am Cm (staccato)
My god thinks my jokes are funny
Intro
There is no one to blame
People are just fuckin' mean
American Tune
C/Bb - x12010
C C
CI am white and I've got everything I nAmeed.
FNo one clutches their purse when they're Gin a room alone with Cme
and I can Amdrive through any neighborhood I please
at anyF hour and theG police don't do a Cthing.
So ifF I see aG penny on the Amground,
FI leave it aGlone or fuckinAmg flip it.
FI'm a straight whiteG male in AAmmerica.
I've gotF all theG luck I Cneed.
CI'm a guy getting paid more than a girl with a Amdegree
Fand I can walk down the street aGt night and no one wants to rapCe me.
AmAnd I can get a girl pregnant and just as easily flee.
Just like Fmy straight, white male Gdad did to Cme.
So iFf I see a Gpenny on the Amground,
FI leave it Galone or fucking Amflip it.
I'm a Fstraight white Gmale in AmAmerica.
I've got Fall the Gluck I nCeed.
C C/Bb
FI've got a pile of broken mirrors and I'm Cwalking under ladders
and I'll spGill a ton of salt because to Amme that doesn't matter.
FCus my skin and my gender and myC orientation
are the Gbest things to have when you Amlive in this nation.
FI recommend it Chighly. G
So Fif I see a Gpenny on the Amground,
IF leave it aGlone or fucking fAmlip it.
I'm a stFraight white Gmale in AmAmerica.
I've got aFll the lGuck I nCeed.
Shit's Fgonna workG out for Amme.
I'm a sFtraight white Gmale in AAmmerica.
I've got Fall the Gluck I Cneed.
BackPack
Intro
F Am C G
F Am C Am
Verse
F Am C G F Am C Am (Repeat for Verse)
You were dead by the time that I had found you.
Your blood was spilled on the couch where we had first kissed.
So I carried you west to the sea so I could wash you.
Your body felt just like a back pack.
Chorus
FAnd I don't Gknow Fwhat they Amdid to your Gface.
FAnd I don't Glike it.
Interlude
F Am G
F G
Verse
You lived large till the day they finally caught you.
They cut out your tongue so you would not scream when you came to.
And you pissed blood and they chained you up when you turned blue.
Your body felt just like a t-shirt.
Chorus
And I wanna build a tower to all they nicer things you could have been but I don't like it.
Interlude
Bridge
F Am C G
F Am C Am
Ending
FYou were Amdead by the Ctime that GI had fouFnd Amyou.C
Distance
The first Bmonth after you left I Gmdrank and jerked off till I slept.
I went to Ework when I Fmhad to then came Bhome.
I fed the dog when I had to. I fed Gmmyself when I had to.
I went out of Etown when I Fmhad to. And then came Bhome.
And I Eknow this won't last Fmforever
but god Bdammit it feels like Gmforever since we've been Etogether,
till we'll be Emtogether again.
intro
Second Bmonth after you left I Gmstill felt real depressed
but I've got Eplenty of other Fmthings to spend my Btime on.
I hate whiny, fucking songs like this but I can't Gmafford a therapist.
ESorry guys, Fmhere's a Bsolo.
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And it's Eharder to be Fmyourself than it Bis to be anybody Gmelse.
EI wish that I was Fsomeone closer to Gmyou.
And I Eknow this won't last Fmforever
but god Bdammit it Bbfeels like Gmforever since Fmwe've been Etogether,
till we'll be Emtogether again.
WHOO
intro x2
single strummed:B E B E Gm B
Gm Fm x2 B
Fucc the Devil
GI'm gonna fuck the devil in his Cmouth.
I just need to Amlisten to my sickness so DI can learn D7how
Em F#-G C C/B Am D
and then train for a couple of weeks until I have all the skills I need.
The Gflask is an alcoholic's Cpaintbrush.
The Amflask is an alcoholic's Dtoothbrush.
D7 Em F#-G
I need to go throw up now.
I want to be the Cqueen of belly Cmrubs now.
I am Emgonna quit my Gjob cus I've Emgot another jGob
and I don't Cneed to C/Bwork two Amjobs.
I guess you Gcould call me Dlucky.
GI need to confront my own Cweakness.
Some Amdays I feel like I'm the Dweakest and D7others the Emstrongest.
F#-G C
These days are the longest and I've got the weirdest feeling
aCmbout this and I wanna go aEmway for a wGhile.
Emaway for a wGhile.
Because the tChings that C/BI have seAmen are Gturning Dme into a D7shitty human being.
Em G x2
Hate Rain on Me
G C Em D G
G C Em D
G I wish I had a bullet big enough to fucking Ckill the Emsun
I'm sick ofD songs about the Csummer
And I hate evDeryone
ImG gonna load my rifle gonna aim it at the Cdying sEmtar
I wannDa live in a bCubble
I need a getaway Dcar
EmHate, rDain on mCe
EmHate, rDain on mCe
G C G
GHow can I be someone you loCve if you Emhate me
D And Chow can I be someone you respect if you Dcall me lazy
GI gotta get out of my skin C
but EmI dont know where to begin and right nDow
I feeCl worthless
and I feel Dcrazy
EmHate, Drain on Cme
EmHate, Drain on Cme
G C Em D G C Em D G
GI wanna put on my sweatpants C Em
You know DI'm trying toC quit
I wanna give a sDhit again
GI wanna put on my sweatpants C Em
Dont you know IDm trying to Cquit
I wanna give a shDit again
EmHate DRain On
EmHate DRain On
EmHate DRain On CMe
EmHate DRain On
EmHate DRain On
EmHate DRain On GMe
If You Have Love in Your Heart
If you have love in yCour heart than who am I to judge yGou? F
If you have love in yCour heart than no one will rise abGove you. F
I'm a compClicated man and I only wish that that were trGue. F
If you have love in Cyour heart than no one will rise abGove you. F
In the new jCack ciGty. F
In the new jCack ciGty. F
No One
EmWho do you call onAm when you have Emno one.
AmWho do you call on when you have Emno one.
This might B7not be nice to say but I'll Amsay it anyway.
When you have Emno one,Am you are Emno one. Am Em
I used to work at the people pound.
I used to watch them line up. Some sleeping on the ground.
Their diabetic bellies gleaming fat and round.
When you have no one, you are no one.
Like I said, I used to work at the people pound.
All these no ones clumped together, just like a human lost and found.
If they let them all be someones there wouldn't be enough to go around.
It's better for us all us if there are no ones.
And I knew a lot of no ones round that time.
They used to all be someones until something took their life
and all their someones disappeared while they're stuck there waiting in a line.
And for them now, no one seems to have the time.
I knew someone who had a disease
and it took away all that mattered, His brain dignity
and tried my best to fight it off to try and set him free.
Now that someone is no one.
Who do you call on when you have no one.
Who do you call on when you have no one.
This might not be nice to say but I'll say it anyway.
When you have no one, you are no one.
And it Emtakes no oneAm to Emknow one. Emmaj7
Sad Song (Intermission)
They say amCbition is an enemy of Fweakness.
And Cgreatness is an enemy of Gfame.
When I Cpick up my guitar and I Ftry to write a song
I Cthink of what my Gmentor used to Csay.
Who fucking Fgives a rat's ass GSteve, just write a love Csong.
Cause they'll Fkeep your belly Gfull and your wallet Clined.
Don't Fbother these nice Gpeople with your Csad Emsack Amsongs.
If you ask Fme I think they're Gjust a waste of Ctime.
InspiCration is the best friend of my Fsorrow
and Csorrow is the best friend of my Gdrink.
Well I Cwant to look myself in the eye Ftomorrow
but I'm too Cworried of what Gother folk's will Cthink.
Who fucking Fgives a rat's ass GSteve, just write a Clove song.
See a Fcounselor if you need to Gease your troubled Cmind.
And can you Fplease sit over Gthere I don't want you Ccrying Emin my Ambeer.
FDo you want some Gcheese with that Cwhine?
Solo: C F C G C F C G C
There's a Fsong that I keep Gtrying to sing to Cno-one
but I'm aFfraid that it's too Gshort or it's too Clong.
And to Fadd to all the Gthings that I'm aCfraid Amof,Em
the deFvil stopped Gsending me his Csongs.
And the Ctroubles in my heart need to get Flet out.
And the Ctroubles in my heart need to Gescape.
And I Cnever liked writing poetry and I Fnever liked doing pottery.
And God Cknows that I Gnever learned to Cpaint.
So every Fnow and then,G I'll sing a Csad song
'Cause it Fkeeps my spirit Glight and my conscience Cclean.
And if Fyou don't care to Ghear I don't mind if you Cgo out Emfor some Amair.
'Cause I'm Fhappy that you're Ghappier than Cme.
I'm Fhappy that you're Ghappier than Cme.
I'm Fhappy that you're Ghappier than CmeEm. Am G F C
Zombie by the Cranberries
GIf I had a cigarette for every time a perfect stranger asked me for a cEmigarette
then I'd have enough Ccigarettes to get me through the Gday.
And if I had some sGpare change every time a perfect stranger asked me for some sEmpare change
then I'd have enough Cspare change to take care of these bills I need to pDay.
And dude I kEmnow that Ctimes are Dtough but that does Emnot mean that Cyou can have my sAmtuff
So how about a Gride? I can drive you to the Emshelter
We can eat dinner at the CAndre house and you can even take a sDhower
Cause I think Emyou Cdeserve much mDore than a smoke and 50 cAments
You Emdeserve to be selfC-sufficient and buy your Down cigaAmrettes
Em C D Am D
GOh, when the saints, oh, when the saints, oh when the saints go marching iDn
GThey will feed you so muchC pizza that you'll fGorget about the Drut that you are Gin
GOh, when the saints, Oh, when the saints, oh when the saints come marching Cin
GWell I'm sure they'll feel so much Dbetter with the Cillusion
that they are Dhelping out those Gsinners
when all theyC really do is Dbuy those so called sinners Gshitty dinners
Like 5 dollar CHot and Ready pizzas and high Dfructose corn syrup punch
You diGabetic and apathetic, wCondering when they will bring you lunch
to the Gpark they keep you Cin, when the Gsaints go Dmarching Gin
So I wish I had a Gcigarette for every time a perfect stranger asked me for a cEmigarette
C Am? G
but I wonder what a cigarette will really do to help that person out
I wish toG God I had some spare change for every time a perfect stranger asked me for some sEmpare change
C Am? G
but there's not enough spare change in the world to make such an empty gesture count.
"People II 2: Still Peoplin'?"
C G F Am F C G G
C G F Am F C G G C
If you've been kCicked in or abGused or mistrFeated or misAmused.
FYou were told there was nCowhere to go but Gup for you.
If you've been hCurt or you've been betrGayed.
If you've been fFucked or you've been displAmaced.
FThen you were told it's prCobably been your fault Ganyway.
But your HDmustler subscription or your XGanax prescription
CMake you feel lEmonelier instAmead.
DmYou don't want to hear about all the starving chGildren.
CYou don't want to be tEmold it's all in your hAmead.
Cus if it's all in your hDmead,G that's terrible. C
I saw a junkie laying in a puddle of his own blood last week,
I saw a cyclist get hit by a car.
I saw a homeless guy chug a bottle of mouthwash on Christmas eve.
No, you can never fall to far.
DmYou can by a Salad GloveG and you can by an iPod.
And you can sCell that shit to BEmookmans
When your wAmife dies and you lEmose your job.
DmYou can hope it gets betterG and you can follow your dreams
But hCope is for prEmesidents and
DrAmeams are for pEmeople who are slDmeepinGg. C
C G F Am F C G G
C G F Am F C G G C
My friend Erin says it best, "we're all two or three bad decisions away
From becoming the ones we fear and pity"
And Tony says it's important to bear some witness when you can
And that's not hard to do in the city that I live in.
Dm (1x)
You don't have it any better
G (1x)
And you don't have it any worse.
C (6x) Em (6x)
You're an irreplaceable human soul
Am (6x)
With your own understanding of
Em (6x) Dm (1x) G (1x)
What it means to suffer.
And that's a hu-u-u-u-uge
BCummer.
Sorry Bro
Intro: C G Am Em F G C G
C15 songs, G15 shows, Am15 pigs sucking Emat your tit.
FHow does it feel to Clive here? FHow does it feel to Gleave here?
C15 notes, G15 notes, Am15 dogs Emchewin' on your Fthroat.
How does it feel to Gcome home?F I wish you Ghad a home.
And Amyou've got Gnothing I Fwant but Gsomething I Amneed.
F G INTRO CHORD PROGRESSION
You've got the elegance and the ability to breathe.
CTraffic report: G15 dead.
AmA head on collision, at Emleast that's what I thought I had Fread.
FWe're the kids in GAmerica, whoa Foh.
FWe're the kids in GAmerica
C15 days, you're Gback on track with Amfifteen ounces cut Emout of your
fucking Fback.
FHow does it feel to Gbe you?
FI do not Genvy you, dude.
And Amyou've got Gnothing I Flike but Gsomething I Amlove.
The Fcharm and the Gskills to rise aboAmve.
You know how to be Floved.G
And you're as Cclean as a Gbroke-dick Amdog. C
CI don't want to be Flike youG but I'm still rooting Amfor you.C
CI would hate to be Flike youG but I'm still rooting Amfor you.C
CI would hate to be Flike youG but I'm still rooting Amfor you.C
C F G Am STOP
I don't want to be like you but I'm still rooting for you.
AmYou've got Gnothing I Fhate but got Gsomething I Amloathe.
You still Fwalk around letting other Gpeople pick out your Amclothes.
And they will tell you when to Fgo,G
they'll tell you who to Amknow-woah-woah-oh-oh-Coh.
And they will tell you when to Fstop.
And then you'll Fmstop.C
Skate Park
Free Bird
There's a tongCue in my mouth.
There's a lock on the door and I can't imagine wAmishing for more.
I've paFid for my crimes and I've unlied my lies.
And nowG I'm adorned with a clever disguise.
I am fFreGe as a birAmd.
I'm frFee Gfrom my words. Am
There is a pill CI've been meaning to swallow
and it's shaped like a record that I'd like to borroAmw
and covFered in shit I've been meaning to wallow
and I dGon't know where I'll be tomorrow.
I'm frFee Gas a birdAm.
I'm frFee Gfrom my words. Am
I'm frFee aGs a birdC flying over theE sea. Am
Just can't find the summer. F
If there's a God Cin the sky or a devil below.
AmThat doesn't matter to me.
Cus I seeF Satan's face when I look in the mirror.
I sGee God inside of all of the people I meet.
I'm frFee Gas a birdAm.
I'm frFee Gfrom my words. Am
I'm frFee aGs a man Cwho's out wandering thEe streets looking for sAmhelter. F
Big Bird
I'm afraid of the way I live my life.
I'm afraid of the way I don't
I'm afraid of the things I want to do but I won't.
I'm afraid of God.
I'm afraid to believe and I'm afraid of all the loved ones that I've made leave.
I'm afraid that my dog doesn't love me anymore.
I'm Cafraid of the social laziness that let AmKitty Genovese die.
And I'm Dmafraid of the mob mGentality that makes oCtherwise normal people go blind.
I'm Cafraid of the way that the world works and I'm aAmfraid of the words in my notebooks.
I'm Dmafraid that you all knoGw that I am a pCervert.
But the big red Fbird that lives under the Gcity
doesn't Amgive a damn Cabout me and it dies every Fnight.
By burning Fmalive.
I'm Cafraid of my grandfathers cancer.
And I'm Amafraid of my mom's dying arm.
I'm Dmafraid that I've somehow cGaused my family hCarm.
I'm Cafraid that the ones I love won't have eAmnough.
I'm Dmafraid that the ones I lGove won't have enCough.
It's Fharder to be Gyourself than it Amis to be anybody else.
F G Am (Asus2)
I wish I were a little less of a coward
(Am) F G
but the big red bird that lives under the city
doesn't Amgive a damn abCout me and it dies every Fnight.
So I bought a Fmknife.
I am a Cknife. Am F C