| D | A | |
| Mrs. jones taught me | english, |
| G | Em | |
| But I | think I just shot her | son, |
| D | A | |
| 'Cause he owed me | money, |
| G | Em | |
| With a bullet in the | chest you cannot | run, |
| D | A | |
| Now he's bleeding in a | vacant lot, |
| G | Em | |
| the | one in the summer where we | used to smoke pot, |
| D | A | |
| I guess I didn't | mean it, |
| G | Em | |
| But | man you should've | seen it, |
| (no chord here) |
| His flesh explode. |
| Chorus: |
| D | A | G | |
| Slow mo | tion see me | let go, |
| Em | D | |
| We tend to die yo | ung, |
| A | G | |
| Slow mo | tion see me | let go, |
| Em | D | |
| What a brother kn | ows, |
| A | G | |
| Slow mo | tion see me | let go. |
| D | A | |
| Now the cops will | get me, |
| G | Em | |
| But | girl if you would | let me, |
| D | A | |
| I'll take your | pants off, |
| G | Em | |
| I got a l | ittle bit of blow we could | both get off, |
| D | A | |
| Later bathing in the | afterglow, |
| G | Em | |
| With | two lines of coke I | cut with drano, |
| D | Em | |
| Then her nose | starts to bleed, |
| (no chord here) |
| A most beautiful ruby red. |
| D | A | G | |
| Slow mo | tion see me | let go, |
| Em | D | |
| We'll remember these | days, |
| A | G | |
| Slow mo | tion see me | let go, |
| Em | D | |
| Urban life dec | ays, |
| A | G | |
| Slow mo | tion see me | let go. |
| Em | |
| And at home, |
| D | A | |
| My sister's eating | paint chips again, |
| G | Em | |
| Maybe | that's why she's i | nsane, |
| D | A | |
| I s | hut the door to her | moaning, |
| G | Em | |
| And i | shoot smack in my | veins, |
| Wouldn't you? |
| D | A | |
| I see my neighbor's | beating his wife, |
| G | Em | |
| Because he | hates his life, |
| D | A | |
| There's and arch to his | fist as he swings, |
| G | Em | D | |
| Oh man, | what a beautiful | thing. |
| A | |
| And death slides | close to me, |
| G | Em | |
| Won't grow | old to be, |
| (no chord here) |
| A junkie wino creep. |
| D | A | |
| Hollywood glamo | rised my wrath, |
| G | Em | |
| I'm a young urban | psychopath, |
| D | A | |
| I incite | murder, |
| G | Em | |
| For your enter | tainment, |
| D | A | |
| 'Cause i needed the | money, |
| G | Em | |
| What's your ex | cuse? |
| (no chord here) |
| The jokes on you. |
| D | A | G | |
| Slow mo | tion see me | let go, |
| Em | D | |
| oh yeah | , |
| A | G | |
| Slow mo | tion see me | let go, |
| Em | D | |
| I, |
| A | G | |
| Slow mo | tion see me | let go. |
| Em D A G Em D( i think the D sounds best if you play the strings seperated) |
| Thats all. enjoy! |