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02/25/15 : added a D note on the forth string, credit goes to Dead_And_Gone23 forpointing out the mistake Intro/Verse: E|----------------------------------------------------| B|----------------------------------------------------| G|-----0----------------------------------------------| D|-----------2-----1-------0--------------------------| A|-------------------------------2-----1-----0-----0--| E|--0-----0-----0------0------0-----0-----0-----3-----| Quickly moving in the morning before the corpse gets cold Doesn't matter whether young or old Up the mountain now we make our climb,everyone knows its feeding time So they sharpen their knives Sharpen the blades, Close your eyes' It'll be OK Chorus: G F# F E E|----3--2--1--0--| B|----3--2--1--0--| G|----4--3--2--1--| D|----5--4--3--2--| A|----5--4--3--2--| E|----3--2--1--0--|
GLet's take a F#walk to where the Fvultures Eroam GFeast upon the F#bodies, clean em' Fdown to the Ebone, GStrip away the F#cartilage, and Frip out the Eeyes GThis is what'll hF#appen to you Fwhen you dEie.
GAdipocere F# F E GAdipocere F# F E GAdipocere F# F E GAdipocere F# F E
Verse 2: E|----------------------------------------------------| B|----------------------------------------------------| G|-----0----------------------------------------------| D|-----------2-----1-------0--------------------------| A|-------------------------------2-----1-----0-----0--| E|--0-----0-----0------0------0-----0-----0-----3-----| Find the mortician with a bag on his head Watch him as he slices bits of flesh of the dead Drinks away his whiskey as a mean to atone, He's never sober, he can't do it alone So he sharpens his knives, Sharpens his blades, Close your eyes, It'll be ok Chorus 2:
GLet's take a F#walk to where the Fvultures Eroam GFeast upon the F#bodies, clean em' Fdown to the Ebone, GStrip away the F#cartilage, and Frip out the Eeyes GThis is what'll hF#appen to you Fwhen you dEie. G F # F E Seven hundred winged creatures waiting in lines, G67 eyes are F#focused Fwatching em' Edine G7 of the F#brethren are Fturning thEeir heads GThis is how the F#village people Fbury theirE dead,
GAdipocere F# F E GAdipocere F# F E GAdipocere F# F E GAdipocere F# F E