Grudges

Intro: D C# D C# D C# Bb A 

 
D                    C# 
 I'm a perfect little angel for you 
D              C# 
 I always say "please" and "thank you" 
D                   C# 
 And every time you spit in my face 
    Bb                    A 
And shit on my space, I still was true 
D              C# 
 But I feel so horny lately, no, like 
D                  C# 
 Horns are growing out my face, like 
D                  C# 
 I just wanna burn bridges and kill bitches 
    Bb                             A 
And pour their medicine in their mouth 
A 
And give them a taste 
 

 
D             C# 
 It's erotica, leave me in the dirt 
D              C# 
 Call me a bitch and I'll show you worse 
D               C# 
 Words ain't shit 'til my knuckles hurt 
Bb               A 
Keep it coming, though 
 

 
D               C#                      D 
 I'm sweet, but wait 'til the Scorpio slides 
                C#                  D 
In the mix, and gouges both of your eyes 
                 C#                      Bb 
Fuck around that much, and oh, you will find 
              A 
A grudge for life 
D                    C#                     D 
 Call th cops, I'll feed two birds with a scone 
                C#                 D 
Gonna wish that you just left me alon 
                   C#                        D 
Keep it on me real tight like Sylvester Stallone 
N.C 
Knock, knock, are you home? 
 

Interlude: 

D C# D C# D C# Bb A 

 
      D                        C# 
Ahem, now look at what you've done to me 
D                   C# 
 I used to let them step on my vertebrae 
D                    C#                          Bb 
 And now I'm the one skipping and laughing and cheering 
                    A 
It's baffling how magic works 
D                           C# 
 I mean, I lit a candle for this, burned some bay leaves for this 
D                 C#   N.C. 
 Cried to God for this (Ah) 
D                       C#                           Bb                  A 
Ha, to turn me into a I don't give a single flying fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck machine 
 

 
D                 C# 
 Basic, aren't ya? Santa Monica 
D                C# 
 Pale white skin, like Antarctica 
D         C# 
 My angels put a hex on you 
N.C. 
(Guess they had a grudge too) 
 

 
D               C#                      D 
 I'm sweet, but wait 'til the Scorpio slides 
                C#                  D 
In the mix, and gouges both of your eyes 
                 C#                      Bb 
Fuck around that much, and oh, you will find 
              A 
A grudge for life 
D                    C#                     D 
 Call th cops, I'll feed two birds with a scone 
                C#                 D 
Gonna wish that you just left me alon 
                   C#                        D 
Keep it on me real tight like Sylvester Stallone 
N.C. 
Knock, knock, are you home? 
 

 
Bb                 Gm 
No rhyme or reason for your mistreatment 
Dm                                   Bb Gm      Dm 
You got me up now, smashing the ceiling,  ceiling 
            Bb                 Gm      Dm 
And now I'm up, now, baby, I'm up now, oh 
            Bb                 Gm 
You woke me up, the monster is up 
                 Dm C 
She's ready to pounce  


Solo: 

D C# D C# D C# Bb A 
D C# D C# D C# Bb A 

 
D               C#                      D 
 I'm sweet, but wait 'til the Scorpio slides 
                C#                  D 
In the mix, and gouges both of your eyes 
                 C#                      N.C. 
Fuck around that much, and oh, you will find 
N.C. 
A grudge for life