C
Someday you all will perish
Am
in the fire of my hate.
C
Someday you all will drown in
Am
a sea of my tears.
C
Someday you all will choke on
Am
the length of my hair.
C
Someday you all will smother under
Am
the weight of my tits.
F G
And you will run, you will run
C F C F
to the hills.
F G
And you will run, you will run
C F C F
for your lives.
F G (held)
And you will die, you will die
C F C F C F C F
content and happy.