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[INTRO]
[G]
[G]Dave! The man they call [G]Dave!
[CHORUS]
He[G] robbed from the rich
and di[Em]dn’t care 'bout the poor.
Stood [G]up to the man
and he[Em] stole his crossbow.
Our[C] hate for him now,
ain'[D7]t hard to explain,
The cr[G]inge guy of Cunt-town,
the ma[D7]n they call[G] Dave![G/F#] [Em]
[VERSE 1]
Now Da[Em]ve saw the[B7] Mother's face l[Em]aughing-
He[Am] was the M[B7]other's [Em]dement.
And he[Em] saw tha[B7]t jew Mare[Em]k takin'
Every [Am]dollar and [B7]leavin' five[Em] cents.
So he [Am]said, "I don't care what you[Em] do to my people!"
"I don[Am]'t have a hearth to feel." [B7]
Dave s[Em]trapped on hi[B7]s hat,
And in[Em] five sec[Am]onds flat,
Stole [C6]everythin[B7]g his party h[Em]ad to steal.
[CHORUS]
He[G] robbed from the rich
and di[Em]dn’t care 'bout the poor.
Stood [G]up to the man
and he[Em] stole his crossbow.
Our[C] hate for him now,
ain'[D7]t hard to explain,
The cr[G]inge guy of Cunt-town,
the ma[D7]n they call[G] Dave![G/F#] [Em]
[VERSE 2]
Now he[Em]re is what[B7] separates re[Em]tards
Fr[Am]om normal [B7]folk like[Em] you and I.
The ma[Em]n they call [B7]Dave
He [Em]turned 'round his dark cape,
And [Am]let his w[B7]hole party[Em] to diee.
He dro[Am]pped bombs onto o[Em]ur houses.
He dro[Am]pped bombs into o[B7]ur yards.
The ma[Em]n they call D[B7]ave
He turned[Em] round hi[Am]s dark cape,
And he[C6]aded [B7]out for the [Em]stars.
[G]
[G]Dave! The man they call [G]Dave!
[CHORUS]
He[G] robbed from the rich
and di[Em]dn’t care 'bout the poor.
Stood [G]up to the man
and he[Em] stole his crossbow.
Our[C] hate for him now,
ain'[D7]t hard to explain,
The cr[G]inge guy of Cunt-town,
the ma[D7]n they call[G] Dave![G/F#] [Em]
[VERSE 1]
Now Da[Em]ve saw the[B7] Mother's face l[Em]aughing-
He[Am] was the M[B7]other's [Em]dement.
And he[Em] saw tha[B7]t jew Mare[Em]k takin'
Every [Am]dollar and [B7]leavin' five[Em] cents.
So he [Am]said, "I don't care what you[Em] do to my people!"
"I don[Am]'t have a hearth to feel." [B7]
Dave s[Em]trapped on hi[B7]s hat,
And in[Em] five sec[Am]onds flat,
Stole [C6]everythin[B7]g his party h[Em]ad to steal.
[CHORUS]
He[G] robbed from the rich
and di[Em]dn’t care 'bout the poor.
Stood [G]up to the man
and he[Em] stole his crossbow.
Our[C] hate for him now,
ain'[D7]t hard to explain,
The cr[G]inge guy of Cunt-town,
the ma[D7]n they call[G] Dave![G/F#] [Em]
[VERSE 2]
Now he[Em]re is what[B7] separates re[Em]tards
Fr[Am]om normal [B7]folk like[Em] you and I.
The ma[Em]n they call [B7]Dave
He [Em]turned 'round his dark cape,
And [Am]let his w[B7]hole party[Em] to diee.
He dro[Am]pped bombs onto o[Em]ur houses.
He dro[Am]pped bombs into o[B7]ur yards.
The ma[Em]n they call D[B7]ave
He turned[Em] round hi[Am]s dark cape,
And he[C6]aded [B7]out for the [Em]stars.
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