Buried Alive - Direct Hit!

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A|5----7---9--
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-14-----7----9
-x------x----x
-12-----5----7
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[Verse]

             
He's got a car

             
cass in the ba

sement
          
And it's high 

time he found 

a replacement
             
It'll be just 

        
             
like a first d

          
ate, but bette

r
             
It's the farth

              
est that he's 

 
been from
          
A careful proc

ess for a quic

k completion
             
Cause the bomb

                  
's just 
             
a couple click

            
s from his sub

urb

[Interlude]



[Verse]

       
So he doesn't 

have to please

 her
      
Just apply a k

itchen towel s

oaked with eth

er
             
And sit her up

             
right 
             
in the last ca

          
r she'll ride 

in
             
Drag her insid

              
e bound with d


uct tape
           
Under his arm,

 like a baby o

r a pound cake
             
Set the knives

            
 out
             
put the IV ins


ide her
          
It's gone on a

nd on and on a

nd on
             
and on and on 

    
and on

[Chorus]

          
But he's dried

 out his eyes,

 as he's burie

d alive

All the girls 

that he's met 

every season
         
Keeps a book, 

photographs, h

is victims in 

tact

So he can have

 a memory of i

t all
          
But the world'

s bound to end

 in a minute o

r ten

He knows routi

ne's nothing b

ut a shadow
             
And pasted sho

              
ts of his kill

              
s are pointles

             
s frills
    
oh no
             
Because the bo

                    
mb's just
             
a couple click

            
s from his sub

urb

Oh!

[Verse]

             
It's his last 

               
night
       
so he slows do

wn
         
Takes a breath

, doesn't have

 to sweat the 

cops now
             
But the practi

              
ce 
             
is soon to lea

          
ve him exhaust

ed
              
And when he wa

             
kes up she's a

 
bove him
         
Saying "Baby, 

let's go out e

njoy the sunse

t -
             
It's the last 

         
time
             
that we'll get

       
 to enjoy it
              
And it's the f

                 
arthest
            
that we've bee

n from
           
A careful proc

ess for a quic

k completion
             
Because the bo

                   
mb's just 
          G               Riff 1
a couple clicks from our suburb
            
It's not atroc

              
ious
          
we'll be sleep

ing
         
And the univer

se of course w

ill end up wee

ping
        
On the stairca

se in the corn

er. So, sorry

I'm sorry, I'm

 sorry, I'm so

rry, I'm sorry
             
So the carcass

         
 in the baseme

nt
          
Became a whole

 lot more than

 a replacement
             
It became just

        
 
             
like a first d

           
ate, but bette

r

[Chorus]

       
So he dries ou

t his eyes, as

 he buries ali

ve

This doomed wo

rld that has s

een its last s

eason
         
And the book, 

photographs, h

is victims in 

tact

Won't leave a 

single memory 

of it all
           
Cause the worl

d sees the end

 in a minute o

r ten

And the routin

e's just a fuc

king shadow
             
And all his sh

              
ots of his kil

                          
ls 
              
were pointless

                        
 frills, oh no

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