Methhead Guitar Chords Ian Noe

[Verse 1]
Em G
I saw on down in a dump, hurling on loads of junk
Bm A G
into a pickup, bound for the yard.
Em G
He was skiddish and strange, like a wild dog with mange
A G Em
and there was blood, where his veins ran hard.
Em G
Wadin’ deep through the grime, he found a long copper line
Bm A G
then he jumped up, and leaped to the ground.
Em G
You’d have thought he’d struck gold, the way he kicked and he rolled
A G Em
and like a bandit, he tore out of town.

[Chorus]
Em G
Oh now, he’s out on the prowl
Bm A G
you better get up, and go back inside.
Em G
Because he’s loose on the land, getting all that he can
A G Em
and there won’t be, nowhere to hide.
Em G
Yea he’s crawling his way, to his fix for the day
Bm A G
you won’t stop him, he’s bent to be fed.
Em G
He’s the low heathen kind, with a shit mangled mind
A G Em
the desperate, fucking methhead.

[Instrumental]
Em G Bm A G Em G A

[Verse 2]
Em G
There was a girl tall and thin, with scabbed yellow skin
Bm A G
inside a rest stop, I won’t soon forget.
Em G
She was digging at a rash, trying to deal up some cash
A G Em
saying baby, i’m clean and i’m wet.
Em G
I just kept pacing by, swatting through the flies
Bm A G
her stench, rancid and stout.
Em G
While she stood there crying please, with her fists between her knees
A G Em
and the sores, draining arond her mouth.

[Chorus 2]
Em G
Oh now, she’s out on the prowl
Bm A G
you better get up, and go back inside.
Em G
Because she’s loose on the land, getting all that she can
A G Em
and there won’t be, nowhere to hide.
Em G
Yea she’ll bum and she’ll beg, she’ll knaw at your leg
Bm A G
you can’t kill her, she’s already dead.
Em G
She’s the empty eyed soul, the zombie like foal
A G Em
the feanding, fucking methhead.

[Instrumental]
Em G Bm A G Em G A

[Verse 3]
Em G
It’s getting dark pretty soon, they love to lurk by the moon
Bm A G
so i’m out back, shoveling the dirt.
Em G
I’m gonna dig me a whole, as far as I can go
A A Em
and when they fall, i’ll cover them up.

[Chorus 3]
Em G
Oh now, they’re out on the prowl
Bm A G
you better get up, and go back inside.
Em G
Because they’re sweeping the land, getting all that they can
A G Em
and there won’t be, nowhere to hide.
Em G
They’ve got the taste on their tounge, their fates have been hung
Bm A G
it’s a fever, that’s already spread.
Em Gm
From out far and wide, they’re the fit to be tied
A G Em
the worthless, fucking methhead.

[Outro]
Em G Bm G A
Em G G A Em