Cyanide Breath Mint Beck
Track: 5. CYANIDE BREATH MINT
Tune guitar down one full step
[A] Definitel[F]y, this is the w[D]rong place to [G]be
there's b[F]lood on the f[C]uton,
there's a k[E]id drinkin' f[A]ire.
Goin' down to the s[F]ea,
they got p[D]eople to m[G]eet,
shakin' h[F]ands with thems[C]elves,
lookin' o[E]ut for thems[F]elves. [Gb]
[C] When they a[F]sk you for c[G]redit,
g[F]ive them a b[C]ranch.
[C] When they w[F]ant you to g[G]et it,
c[F]hew on the g[C]rass.
I k[E]now, I k[F]now
'cause they t[D]old me to t[G]ell you
there's no[F]thing to t[C]ell you,
there's no[E]thing to s[A]ell you.
In the afternoon, riding the scapegoat,
burning equipment, decomposing.
Cool off your jets,
take off your sweats,
I got a funny feeling
they got plastic in the afterlife.
When they want you to cry,
leap into the sky.
When they suck your mind,
like a pigeon you fly.
I know, I know,
it's the positive people
running from their time
looking for some feeling.