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This is a tab of the way I play this song, I had to fool around with the key till I found one that fit my voice so I could perform this. These chords seem to work pretty well, and the pitch can be raised by moving your kapo up the fretboard. I play this in standard tuning with the kapo on fret 1.
GI am a Cleader but you Gwill not follow Dme GI ain't no Cpreacher for I'm Gfull of blaspheDmy
See you in Ghell boys C G D See you in Ghell boys C G D
GLike an angel whose been dancin' with some Emdevils D GI'm a bad girl with a hope for a better Emday D
GMy laughter is spiced with mischEmief D GI won't toss salt, kiss it up or pEmray D
GIf you offer pink or blue I'll take the blEmackest D GIf you offer only two I'll opt for thEmree D
GIf you point me in a direction I'll run bEmackwards D Gand at the border of utopia I'll Emtoast to anDarchy
GCause fire n rock, I'm comin' hEmome to yoDu Gwhie I'm pickin' the bones out Emof my dinnerD stew
Gopen up the gates of Emhell and roll me tDhrough fire n Crock I'm comin' home to Dyou
I am a leader but you will not follow me. I ain't no preacher for I'm full of blasphemy. See you in hell boys. See you in hell boys. Hey! So you're saying Satan's army is rising up soon. While if it is I'm secretary of no state. Got riches, rocks, and bottles in my tool pouch. My desire is societies jail bait. Cause there's tons of guys moping about the workday. Dimes by the dozens. Their song weighs a thousand pounds. But there's nothing like a lady with a buzz saw. I just might build your house but I just might tear it down. Cause fire and rock I'm coming home to you. Well, I'm picking the bones out of my dinner stew. Open up the gates of hell and roll me through. Fire and rock I'm coming home to you. I am a leader but you will not follow me. I ain't no preacher for I'm full of blasphemy. See you in hell boys. See you in hell boys. (slows down for this verse): Yeah, barkeeper we'll surely have another. To the witches, to the goblins, and the trolls. I'll be coming to recruit your rebel children. There ain't no use in locking doors, There's one of me in every home. With mud on my boots, and blood on my jeans. I'll take those pretty dresses, Tear em at the seams. Roll me through the gate of hell. Ah please. And I'll be back in your daughter's dreams. I am a leader but you will not follow me. I ain't no preacher for I'm full of blasphemy. See you in hell boys. See you in hell See you in hell boys. See you in hell. See you in hell boys.