Tom: Am
Dm F
I saw him down in a dump, hurling armloads of junk
Am G F
into a pickup, bound for the yard.
Dm F
He was skiddish and strange, like a wild dog with mange
G F Dm
and there was blood, where his veins ran hard.
Dm F
Wadin' deep through the grime, he found a long copper line
Am G F
then he jumped up, and leaped to the ground.
Dm F
You'd have thought he'd struck gold, the way he kicked and he rolled
G F Dm
and like a bandit, he tore out of town.
[Chorus]
Dm F
Oh now, he's out on the prowl
Am G F
you better get up, and go back inside.
Dm F
Because he's loose on the land, getting all that he can
G F Dm
and there won't be, nowhere to hide.
Dm F
Yea he's crawling his way, to his fix for the day
Am G F
you won't stop him, he's bent to be fed.
Dm F
He's the low heathen kind, with a shit mangled mind
G F Dm
the desperate, fucking methhead.
[Instrumental]
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[Verse 2]
Dm F
There was a girl tall and thin, with scabbed yellow skin
Am G F
inside a rest stop, I won't soon forget.
Dm F
She was digging at a rash, trying to deal up some cash
G F Dm
saying baby, i'm clean and i'm wet.
Dm F
I just kept pacing by, swatting through the flies
Am G F
her stench, rancid and stout.
Dm F
While she stood there crying please, with her fists between her knees
G F Dm
and the sores, draining arond her mouth.
[Chorus 2]
Dm F
Oh now, she's out on the prowl
Am G F
you better get up, and go back inside.
Dm F
Because she's loose on the land, getting all that she can
G F Dm
and there won't be, nowhere to hide.
Dm F
Yea she'll bum and she'll beg, she'll knaw at your leg
Am G F
you can't kill her, she's already dead.
Dm F
She's the empty eyed soul, the zombie like foal
G F Dm
the feanding, fucking methhead.
[Instrumental]
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[Verse 3]
Dm F
It's getting dark pretty soon, they love to lurk by the moon
Am G F
so i'm out back, shoveling the dirt.
Dm F
I'm gonna dig me a whole, as far as I can go
G G Dm
and when they fall, i'll cover them up.
[Chorus 3]
Dm F
Oh now, they're out on the prowl
Am G F
you better get up, and go back inside.
Dm F
Because they're sweeping the land, getting all that they can
G F Dm
and there won't be, nowhere to hide.
Dm F
They've got the taste on their tounge, their fates have been hung
Am G F
it's a fever, that's already spread.
Dm Fm
From out far and wide, they're the fit to be tied
G F Dm
the worthless, fucking methhead.
[Outro]
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