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From: Opiv4me [Opiv4me@aol.com]
Sent: Tuesday, January 06, 1998 4:30 PM
Song: Lipstick
Artist: Guttermouth
transcribed by: Chase Woodford (Opiv4me@aol.com)
Drum intro...then
D|----------3--3~--7--7~--8--8~--10--10~
A|----------3--3~--7--7~--8--8~--10--10~
E|----------1--1~--5--5~--6--6~--8----8~~
Play this all the way down to the solo...
On a tuesday afternoon, My mom came into my room
And said get the f**k up otta bed, And get a god d**m job
So I told her hey f**k you mom, And threw the phone at her head
But I missed and hit her in the cunt, So I slammed the door in her face
And said don't barge in my room, Or I'll kick you @$$ and call the cops
And tell them I'm abused, And you'll wind up in jail
While I snowboard in vail, No one to post your bail
Cuz daddy loves me more, He says that you're a...
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Your worthless, your lazy, your stupid, alittle over weight.
Now give me twenty bucks.
No make it fifty bucks.
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Now mom writes me letters, i write return to sender
Let her rot in her cell, I watch the dogs mate on her bed
So sorry mommy I had to pawn,the china, silver, and all your jewelry
I had to eat and rent a bunch of prostitutes..
Like you
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