Methhead chords

[VERSE 1]
I saw on [Dm]down in a dump, [F]hurling on loads of junk
[Am] [G] (slide)
into a pickup, bound for the yard.
He was [Dm]skiddish and strange, like a [F]wild dog with mange
and there was blo[G]od, where his [F]veins ran [Dm]hard.
Wadin' [Dm]deep through the grime, he found a l[F]ong copper line
[Am] [G] (slide)
then he jumped up, and leaped to the ground.
You'd have [Dm]thought he'd struck gold, the way he [F]kicked and he rolled
and like a band[G]it, he [F]tore out of [Dm]town.

[CHORUS]
Oh [Dm]now, he's out on the [F]prowl
[Am] [G] (slide)
you better get up, and go back inside.
Because he's [Dm]loose on the land, getting [F]all that he can
and there [G]won't be, [F]nowhere to [Dm]hide.
Yea he's [Dm]crawling his way, to his [F]fix for the day
[Am] [G] (slide)
you won't stop him, he's bent to be fed.
He's the [Dm]low heathen kind, with a [F]shit mangled mind
the despe[G]rate, fu[F]cking methhe[Dm]ad.

[INSTRUMENTAL]
[Dm] [F] [Am] [G] [F] [Dm] [F] [G]

[VERSE 2]
There was a [Dm]girl tall and thin, with [F]scabbed yellow skin
[Am] [G] (slide)
inside a rest stop, I won't soon forget.
She was [Dm]digging at a rash, trying to [F]deal up some cash
saying ba[G]by, i'm cl[F]ean and i'm [Dm]wet.
I just [Dm]kept pacing by, [F]swatting through the flies
[Am] [G] (slide)
her stench, rancid and stout.
While she s[Dm]tood there crying please, with her [F]fists between her knees
and the sor[G]es, draini[F]ng arond her m[Dm]outh.

[CHORUS 2]
[Dm]Oh now, she's [F]out on the prowl
[Am] [G] (slide)
you better get up, and go back inside.
Because she's [Dm]loose on the land, getting [F]all that she can
and there w[G]on't be, now[F]here to [Dm]hide.
Yea she'll [Dm]bum and she'll beg, she'll [F]knaw at your leg
[Am] [G] (slide)
you can't kill her, she's already dead.
She's the [Dm]empty eyed soul, the [F]zombie like foal
the fean[G]ding, fuck[F]ing meth[Dm]head.

[INSTRUMENTAL]
[Dm] [F] [Am] [G] [F] [Dm] [F] [G]

[VERSE 3]
It's getting d[Dm]ark pretty soon, they love to [F]lurk by the moon
[Am] [G] (slide)
so i'm out back, shoveling the dirt.
I'm gonna [Dm]dig me a whole, as [F]far as I can go
and when they fa[G]ll, i'll c[G]over them [Dm]up.

[CHORUS 3]
[Dm]Oh now, they're [F]out on the prowl
[Am] [G] (slide)
you better get up, and go back inside.
Because they're [Dm]sweeping the land, [F]getting all that they can
and there wo[G]n't be, now[F]here to [Dm]hide.
They've got the [Dm]taste on their tounge, their [F]fates have been hung
[Am] [G] (slide)
it's a fever, that's already spread.
From [Dm]out far and wide, they're the [Fm]fit to be tied
the wor[G]thless, fu[F]cking meth[Dm]head.

[OUTRO]
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