Harley Poe - Gorehound

She's ^Bmalways asking why I like w^Gatching people die, and wh^F#y I get my kicks while ^Bmothers scream and cry. And my fr^Bmiends think that I'm sick, or m^Gaybe uneducated. And my f^F#amily doesn't want to admit ^Bmthat they are related. Now m^Bmonsters and madmen who r^Gape and mutilate are p^F#erfect entertainment when I t^Bmake her on a date. You can s^Bmhove your sparkly vampires and f^Gamily comedies, g^F#ive me blood and beasts and boobs; them s^Bmacred triple Bs.

Don't ask me wh^Gy, cause I don't kn^Bmow. Don't close your ^F#eyes; enjoy the sh^Bmow.

Cause I'm a g^Gorehound, he^Dllbound, h^F#orror movie l^Bmover. I l^Gike my voyeur^Dism with a g^F#lass of red rum. Cause I'm a g^Gorehound, he^Dllbound ho^F#rror movie lo^Bmver. Go^God and evil are just co^Dlors on the sp^F#ectrum.

Now w^Bmho could kill a child? Who^Gever slew Auntie Roo? Someo^F#ne's knocking at the door they're ^Bmhere to visit you. Now b^Bmaby don't look now, but I'm ^Gsure there's nothing out there, but h^F#orror rises from the tomb and t^Bmraps you in your nightmare. Now g^Bmirlfriend come with me to a l^Gand of make believe. Or ^F#is it based on facts? It turns me ^Bmon when I should grieve. You s^Bmay my head is fucked, with a d^Gark and twisted heart. Well I ^F#say that it's cathartic; just a^Bmnother form of art.

Don't ask me wh^Gy, cause I don't kn^Bmow. Don't close your ^F#eyes; enjoy the sh^Bmow.

Cause I'm a g^Gorehound, he^Dllbound, h^F#orror movie l^Bmover. I l^Gike my voyeur^Dism with a g^F#lass of red rum. Cause I'm a g^Gorehound, he^Dllbound ho^F#rror movie lo^Bmver. Go^God and evil are just co^Dlors on the sp^F#ectrum.