Tom: G minor•
Verse 1
These lil',
You gotta love em' though
Verse 2
Gm
Mars attacks wit' electric gats
Not for sapien abduction
(what's up then?!)
D
Gm
Billy took a laser to the mug
piece; hallowed out the mandible
Channel headquarters order
the cannonballs (Mars attacksssss)
D
Gm
FBI demands column to this pigeon ankle
harvest; 51st area sickness
Gm
F
an area witness won't injure the promise
Gm
Monster lead- carry your ligament
Gm
Dodge vapor, labor days are major A sir
Cater the alien decomposer sol
F
dier platter like cabbage check eight
Dm
D
Gm
I told her "go for C4 magic's"
Smolder as the Bazooka Tooth
holster fabric
(This fucker's rabid and still
D
breathing!) (Hiding cabbage!)
Gm
Oh, the heater claps to leave me
I'ma ninja this shit wit' sugar
F
in the fuel tank of a saucer
Gm
D
Buddy up and head down to
Gm
the metal corporate tunnels
Ice pick the soldered ship wiring; pissed of
Eb
I'd be lying if I said I
See my sexy sabotage thinks defensive
action to save the race
You land in hand on board to mention
Gm
Red five revival there's
wires in the bible
D
Eb
Obviously, ultra take ad vance
when I point counterpoint
F
Gm
Comparison of ET verse little old freak
Dm
me (She be on somethin')
D
Eb
F
Hey riddle sweet peas wit' your nickel PCs; fickle
Gm
CDs, miserable TV sitcom (typical!)
Dm
Pathetic. Ritual. Collective
Beautiful establishment; you ain't
F
established shit! I consider you foul
Dm
Gm
Prowl back to the numbers under burnt
F
pride in the dark (sup y'all!)
Gm
They want us dead or alive without
Eb
Gm
The sun rose over a body bag shortage
F
Last week I was like 'god bless the saint
Dm
that invented the cordless'
D
This week I saw the re- wrap of the
Gm
bull's- eye of my worship
F
Gm
Temple body slash bull- cabinet Mastermind
Gm
Lets do this shit, my movement soothes
F
any space invader practice
Stomped under enemy like "Hey
Dm
D
Hiding human hear me rise above mater
Gm
F
ial and cardinal sin
Gm
They shot me in the face
Verse 3
Gm
Mars wins. Mars wins. Mars wins. Mars
wins. Mars wins
Verse 4
Gm
Eb
Gm
(Jet- black smoke on the horizon) Black smoke in
C
Gm
the air
Maaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrsssss wins!
Dm
Gm
(I thought you would like it)
Who you screaming at dog? I
got this! (Lets go)
Verse 5
Gm
Zig zag zookah, pinnacle stitch
Unleash the unlimited
edish primitive piss
I'm singin' cynical maybe
the most military ops
Monkey! Here's elephant, and it drops
We on a three- ringed prong
ancient elephant tusk
Bitter, at fully (break bread!) you
shruggin' it off
Keep it electric, sure,
But NY Electra's not about electric wars
Never seen a poor man's glimpse
set fake (Last page!)
Three, two, one, domesticate!
The dawning of the cave man who invented
the wheel and roll out funny
Sittin' on a bundle rolled with twenties,
subtle
Sippin' Saber tooth blood puddle-
I could roll with the lackey's,
that's if we hustle
Knuckle in the mud,
hell's bells in the jungle
Red- berried face means
smugger round the muzzle
I'm allergic to the now- born solo panel cutters
stole quo to the core (dirt mess!)
Stone cold's hands out core cryogenics,
stubborn
Can't talk shit wit'
a tongue full a' rubber!
Bad cholesterol through blood sugar
Four- piece heartbeats wit'
a subwoofer!
I'm not asking you to act like you notice
(Oh Aesop's SO Mesozoic.)
Now what if in the cabin built
the old pulping?
Opened the mirror,
stole a pulse with the voltage
Keeping me alive is the vibe with
the Vulcan's (hope!)
Tangle the vine catapult (Catapult!)
I break it down to the bunk for the
crooks wit' the goals of a angel
Eat. Sleep. Fuck
Structural droids; more
bangs for the buck
But they want a last stegosaurs, thorns
in the glove (buck wit' it!)
Pre- stork land shark business,
cradling the arms of the car man kidney
Swarm to the sickly thawed
out the glacier
Beggin' for the freezer
burn; back every day sir!
Sir, your science loves to fuck nature
Sir, your right to the dawn of my day sir
Sir, your violent laugh homing beacon is
sad; who chase till we all catch vapors
Don't call it a sound- off,
'Mars Attacks" be the malarkey downfall
It's not a game no more, run from the flash,
leave your penny at the door
F
Gm
A lotta of magic gadgets; give em all back
just to nullify the savage
Mic's crumble we be rockin' right,
in the year of the dropper tight
Saw a grey mouse rabied poured
on a board
To the dull morose world
like a lull in a storm
And I know you was hopin' that the piece
for the ox was a dull sword, ah
(Guess what, it's not!) Guess what
else, I transmit from the block!
T- Rex, X- Ray with triple X
Hexen (give it up!)
For the yesterdays, or the next I can assure
you if there is I got the sword
(Dead flesh!)
Verse 6
Gm
Eb
Gm
Ain't no time left. (Keep ya
head up now)
Maaaaarrrrrrrrssss wins! (I thought
Outro 1
you would like it)
Gm
Eb
Gm
Gm
Dm
Gm
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