Тональность: D minor•
Verse 1
D5
Are you guys ready?
Whitey, we're rolling, go ahead
Ladies and gentlemen, it's
C
Whitey
Dm
C
Dm
C
Move out, darlin', singin' shit
Dm
C
Dm
C
Can 't believe I'm watchin' it
Dm
C
Only misfits can escape
Dm
C
Dm
Stick em' with the
C
Dm
C
fuckin' stake
Dm
This is the reality,
C
an emptiness like a dead tree
Dm
I hear the drum machine,
C
I see the map that bites the lead
Dm
C
The big producer sits upon
C5
C
a mountain top of shit
Dm
This is the reality,
C
Dm
I'll tell you people what I see
Sing, sing, sing in the dumpster baby
C
Sing, sing, sing your life
Dm
C
Moodily they've all belonged
Dm
C
Dm
To the monster's
C
Dm
C
buttoned on
Dm
C
Dm
I don't care if I'm a rat
C
Dm
C
Dm
C
Because the cat is fucking fat
Dm
Resist to reality and
C
emptiness like a dead tree
Dm
I hear the drum machine,
C
I see the plants that bite the weed
Dm
C
The big producers sit upon
a mountain top of shit
Dm
Business to reality,
I'll tell you people what I see
Sick, sick, sick of the dumpster, baby
Sick, sick, sick of your life
Sick, sick of the dumpster, baby
Sick, of your life
C
Now I'm here to tell the tale,
Dm
C
Dm
you live in a garbage pail
C
Dm
C
The real truth is bogus shit,
Dm
C
Dm
C
cause that's how bad it fuckin' is
Dm
C
This is sterility and emptiness
like a dead tree
Dm
I hear the drum machine,
C
I see the master fights the weed
Dm
The big producer sends a
C
pile of mountain top shit
C
Dm
I'll tell you people what I see
Come on boys
I'm screamin'
You're sick, sick,
sick of the dumpster, baby
You're sick, sick, sick of your life
You're sick, of the dumpster, baby
You're sick, of your life
You're sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick,
sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick
This sterility
Come on, boys
Come on
Whiting
Come on
Whiting
Is that the best you can do?
This is sterility
This is sterility
Around everywhere,
it's just fucking corporate coldness
Concrete, rotten shit,
everything's fucked up
And everybody's fucking depressed
Until one day they didn't go on
Sterile, sterile, sterile, sterile, sterile
Cold, cold, cold pissing, cold sandwich
Cold machine, cold money, cold weapon,
cold government, cold squirrels, it's cold
Cold
Dm
Dm
Cold
Dm
Dm
This is sterility
Sterility
Sterility
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