Ian Noe - Methhead

I saw on ^Dmdown in a dump, ^Fhurling on loads of junk Am G (slide) into a pickup, bound for the yard. He was ^Dmskiddish and strange, like a ^Fwild dog with mange and there was blo^God, where his ^Fveins ran ^Dmhard. Wadin' ^Dmdeep through the grime, he found a l^Fong copper line Am G (slide) then he jumped up, and leaped to the ground. You'd have ^Dmthought he'd struck gold, the way he ^Fkicked and he rolled and like a band^Git, he ^Ftore out of ^Dmtown.

Oh ^Dmnow, he's out on the ^Fprowl Am G (slide) you better get up, and go back inside. Because he's ^Dmloose on the land, getting ^Fall that he can and there ^Gwon't be, ^Fnowhere to ^Dmhide. Yea he's ^Dmcrawling his way, to his ^Ffix for the day Am G (slide) you won't stop him, he's bent to be fed. He's the ^Dmlow heathen kind, with a ^Fshit mangled mind the despe^Grate, fu^Fcking methhe^Dmad.

There was a ^Dmgirl tall and thin, with ^Fscabbed yellow skin Am G (slide) inside a rest stop, I won't soon forget. She was ^Dmdigging at a rash, trying to ^Fdeal up some cash saying ba^Gby, i'm cl^Fean and i'm ^Dmwet. I just ^Dmkept pacing by, ^Fswatting through the flies Am G (slide) her stench, rancid and stout. While she s^Dmtood there crying please, with her ^Ffists between her knees and the sor^Ges, draini^Fng arond her m^Dmouth.

^DmOh now, she's ^Fout on the prowl Am G (slide) you better get up, and go back inside. Because she's ^Dmloose on the land, getting ^Fall that she can and there w^Gon't be, now^Fhere to ^Dmhide. Yea she'll ^Dmbum and she'll beg, she'll ^Fknaw at your leg Am G (slide) you can't kill her, she's already dead. She's the ^Dmempty eyed soul, the ^Fzombie like foal the fean^Gding, fuck^Fing meth^Dmhead.

It's getting d^Dmark pretty soon, they love to ^Flurk by the moon Am G (slide) so i'm out back, shoveling the dirt. I'm gonna ^Dmdig me a whole, as ^Ffar as I can go and when they fa^Gll, i'll c^Gover them ^Dmup.

^DmOh now, they're ^Fout on the prowl Am G (slide) you better get up, and go back inside. Because they're ^Dmsweeping the land, ^Fgetting all that they can and there wo^Gn't be, now^Fhere to ^Dmhide. They've got the ^Dmtaste on their tounge, their ^Ffates have been hung Am G (slide) it's a fever, that's already spread. From ^Dmout far and wide, they're the ^Fmfit to be tied the wor^Gthless, fu^Fcking meth^Dmhead.