Buried Alive - Direct Hit!
Tuning: Half-Step Down, Eb Ab Db Gb Bb Eb
Riff 1 is just some movable octave chords:
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G|7----9---11-
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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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---9---12-----
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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