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Standard Tuning EADGBe Here's the chord version to the brilliant track. It opens with the Josh Homme vocal part done A Capella. Chorus 1: (Josh, A Capella) X Wild animals they do, never wonder why, just do what they goddamn do X Wild animals they do, never wonder why, just do what they goddamn do E C Am B Verse 1: (Iggy)
EI'm goin' where sore lCosers go, Amto hide my face and Bspend my dough EThough it's a dream, it's Cnot a lie, Amand I won't stop to Bsay goodbye ParagEuay........ C Am B ParagEuay........ C Am B
Verse 2: (Iggy)
ESee I just couldn't Ctake no more, of Amwhippin' fools and Bkeepin' score EI just thought "well, Cfuck it man", AmI'm gonna pack my Bsoul and scram ParagEuay........ C Am B ParagEuay........ C Am B
Verse 3: (Iggy)
EOut of the way I'll Cget away, won't Amhave to hear the Bthings they say ETamales and a Cbank account, are all I Amneed, so Bcount me out ParagEuay........ C Am B ParagEuay........ C Am B
Bridge: (Iggy)
GI'll have no Dfear, EmI'll know no Bfear GSo far from Dhere, EmI'll have no Bfear GT-ra-la-la-la-lDa-la-la-Emla-la-la-la-la-Bla-la-la-la-la GT-ra-la-la-la-lDa-la-la-Emla-la-la-la-la-Bla-la-la-la-la
Riff: (play till end) Em Em Em Em Em Em Em Em Em Em Em G G G D D D Chorus 2: (Josh)
EmWild animals they do, never wonder why, just do what they goddamn do G G G D D D EmWild animals they do, never wonder why, just do what they goddamn do G G G D D D EmWild animals they do, never wonder why, just do what they goddamn do G G G D D D EmWild animals they do, never wonder why, just do what they goddamn do G G G D D D
Outro rant: (Iggy) There's nothing awesome here, Not a damn thing, There's nothing new, Just a bunch of people scared Everybody's fucking scared, Fear eats all the souls at once, I'm tired of it, And I dream about getting away To a new life, Where there's not so much fucking knowledge, I don't want any of this information, I don't want you No, Not anymore I've had enough of you, Yeah, I'm talking to you, I'm gonna go to Paraguay, To live in Amcompound under the trees With servants and bodyguards who love me Free of criticism, Free of manners and mores, I wanna be your basic clod, Who made good And went away while he could, To somewhere where people are still human beings Where they have spirit, You take your motherfucking laptop And just shove it into your goddamn foul mouth, And down your shit heel gizzard You fucking phony two faced three timing piece of turd, And I hope you shit it out, With all the words in it And I hope the security services read those words, And pick you up and flay you For all your evil and poisonous intentions, Because I'm sick, And it's your fault!!!! And I'm gonna go heal myself now, yeah! (end) Verse riff: e|--------------------------------------| B|-8-8-10---8-10-12---12-12-10-8-10-8-7-| G|-9-9-11---9-11-12---12-12-11-9-9--9-8-| D|--------------------------------------| A|--------------------------------------| E|--------------------------------------| Outro/Chorus riff: Em G D e|-----------------------------------------------------------| B|-----------------------------------------------------------| G|--9--9--9----9--9--9----9--9--9----9--9---12-12------------| D|--9--9--9----9--9--9----9--9--9----9--9---12-12--12-12--12-| A|--7--7--7----7--7--7----7--7--7----7--7---10-10--12-12--12-| E|--0--0--0----0--0--0----0--0--0----0--0----------10-10--10-|