Lizzy McAlpine - Doomsday
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Capo: 6
Tuning: E A D G B E
Capo 6 and play as is for easy, but for more accurate, transpose to key of C and capo 1.
[Verse 1]
G Pull the plug in SeptFember C
G I don't wanna die in JFune C
I'd Glike to start planning my fFuneral C
I've got Gwork to dFoooGoo
[Instrumental]
(G) F C G F C
[Verse 2]
G Pull the plug, make it pFainless C
G I don't want a violent eFnd C
GDon't say that you'll always lFove me
'cause Cyou know I'd Ebbleed myself dFry for you
Fover and over aGgain
[Instrumental]
(G) F C G F C
[Chorus]
DmDoomsday is close at hand
CI'll book the marching bandG to play as you speak
DmI'll feel like throwing up
CYou'll sit and stare like a Ggoddamn machine
I'd like to Dmplan out my part in this
but Cyou're such a narcissist
you'll A7probably do it next week
I don't get a cChoice in the matter
Why Bbwould I?
It's Conly the dGeath of me F
COnly the dGeath of meF C
[Verse 3]
G Pull the plug but be caFrеful C
G I don't wanna die too sFoon C
GI think there's good in you soFmеwhere C
I'll hang Gon 'til the chaos is through
[Chorus]
DmDoomsday is close at hand
CI'll book the marching bandG to play as you speak
DmI'll feel like throwing up
CYou'll sit and stare like a Ggoddamn machine
I'd like to Dmplan out my part in this
but Cyou're such a narcissist
you'll A7probably do it next week
I don't get a cChoice in the matter
Why Bbwould I?
It's Conly the death of me
[Bridge]
DIt was so quiet
No friends and Cfamily allowed
Only my mDurderer
You and the priest who told you to Cgo to hell
And the funny thing is DI would've married you
if you'd have Cstuck around
I feel more Gfree than I have in yFears C
Six feet in the grGound F C
[Instrumental]
G F C
[Chorus]
DmDoomsday is close at hand
CI booked the marching bandG to play as you speak
DmI feel like throwing up
CYou sit and stare likeG a goddamn machine
I'd have liked to Dmplan out my part in this
but Cyou're such a narcissist
A7 that you did it on Halloween
I had no Cchoice in the matter
Why Bbwould I?
It's Conly the
N.C.
death of me