Наив - Militia on acid, аккорды песни для гитары

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I'm better red than dead,
        
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I'm better red, red, red than dead,
 
I better eat my brain for breakfast,
And make it, do it, make it fast!

I can not live, I can not die,
I'm so confused - I'm forced to lie!

        
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  Gotta a fucking reason now,
  Gotta fucking reason, gotta fucking reason

    
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    Whatcha gonna do when the gang is wearing blue?
    
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    Whatcha gonna say when the gangster wears grey?
    
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    MOA - they're all insane!
    
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    MOA - militia on acid, militia on acid, militia on acid -
              
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    We are all insane!

I'm not a mouse, I'm not a man,
I'm just an empty beer can.

I can not hear my own farts,
I guess I've lost some brain parts.

At first they crucified,
But then they satisfied.

  I'm at a loss - it's suicide!
  Dontcha fucking get it? Dontcha fucking get it?

    Whatcha gonna do when the gang is wearing blue?
    Whatcha gonna say when the gangster wears grey?
    MOA - they're all insane!
    MOA - militia on acid, militia on acid, militia on acid -
    We are all insane!

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They know that I've got Lenins and Hitlers dicks in my arse,
     
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They know that I'm sick dead or red that I need injections and not their sticks,
   
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I know their hopes: I'm the man and they've got my dope,
     
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Well, FUCK YOU COP, I know what you want, I know your men-ta-li-ty!!!

    Whatcha gonna do when the gang is wearing blue?
    Whatcha gonna say when the gangster wears grey?
    MOA - they're all insane!
    MOA - militia on acid, militia on acid, militia on acid -
    We are all insane!

Am
       
C
     
G
 
D
I'm better red than dead,
        
C
      
D
   
C
  
Am
I'm better red, red, red than dead,
 
I better eat my brain for breakfast,
And make it, do it, make it fast!

I can not live, I can not die,
I'm so confused - I'm forced to lie!

        
C
     
G
    
D
  Gotta a fucking reason now,
  Gotta fucking reason, gotta fucking reason

    
Am
         
C
  
D
    Whatcha gonna do when the gang is wearing blue?
    
Am
         
C
   
D
    Whatcha gonna say when the gangster wears grey?
    
Am
 
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D
     
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G
    MOA - they're all insane!
    
Am
 
C
   
D
    MOA - militia on acid, militia on acid, militia on acid -
              
Am
    We are all insane!

I'm not a mouse, I'm not a man,
I'm just an empty beer can.

I can not hear my own farts,
I guess I've lost some brain parts.

At first they crucified,
But then they satisfied.

  I'm at a loss - it's suicide!
  Dontcha fucking get it? Dontcha fucking get it?

    Whatcha gonna do when the gang is wearing blue?
    Whatcha gonna say when the gangster wears grey?
    MOA - they're all insane!
    MOA - militia on acid, militia on acid, militia on acid -
    We are all insane!

C
       
G
        
Am
They know that I've got Lenins and Hitlers dicks in my arse,
     
C
           
G
          
Am
They know that I'm sick dead or red that I need injections and not their sticks,
   
C
          
G
           
E
I know their hopes: I'm the man and they've got my dope,
     
Am
          
C
                    
D
Well, FUCK YOU COP, I know what you want, I know your men-ta-li-ty!!!

    Whatcha gonna do when the gang is wearing blue?
    Whatcha gonna say when the gangster wears grey?
    MOA - they're all insane!
    MOA - militia on acid, militia on acid, militia on acid -
    We are all insane!