Gorehound

	  		verse 1 

      Bm                        G 
She's always asking why I like watching people die, 
      F#                     Bm 
and why I get my kicks while others scream and cry. 
         Bm                             G 
And my friends think that I'm sick, or maybe uneducated. 
        F#                          Bm 
And my family doesn't want to admit that they are related. 
     Bm                      G 
Now monsters and madmen who rape and mutilate 
     F#                           Bm 
are perfect entertainment when I take her on a date. 
         Bm                              G 
You can shove your sparkly vampires and family comedies, 
 F#                                       Bm 
give me blood and beasts and boobs; them sacred triple Bs. 


PreChorus 

               G 
Don't ask me why, 
                Bm 
cause I don't know. 
                 F# 
Don't close your eyes; 
            Bm 
enjoy the show. 



             G           D         F#           Bm 
Cause I'm a gorehound, hellbound, horror movie lover. 
   G            D           F# 
I like my voyeurism with a glass of red rum. 
             G           D         F#           Bm 
Cause I'm a gorehound, hellbound horror movie lover. 
  G                      D             F# 
Good and evil are just colors on the spectrum. 


(Am)                     G               F#       Bm 
One, two, three, four - nail her to the bedroom floor. 
(Am)                     G               F#       Bm 
Five, six, seven, eight - rape and kill and mutilate. 



verse 2 

     Bm                        G 
Now who could kill a child? Whoever slew Auntie Roo? 
     F#                                Bm 
Someone's knocking at the door they're here to visit you. 
     Bm                          G 
Now baby don't look now, but I'm sure there's nothing out there, 
     F#                             Bm 
but horror rises from the tomb and traps you in your nightmare. 
     Bm                           G 
Now girlfriend come with me to a land of make believe. 
   F#                                Bm 
Or is it based on facts? It turns me on when I should grieve. 
     Bm                            G 
You say my head is fucked, with a dark and twisted heart. 
       F#                             Bm 
Well I say that it's cathartic; just another form of art. 


PreChorus 

               G 
Don't ask me why, 
                Bm 
cause I don't know. 
                 F# 
Don't close your eyes; 
            Bm 
enjoy the show. 



             G           D         F#           Bm 
Cause I'm a gorehound, hellbound, horror movie lover. 
   G            D           F# 
I like my voyeurism with a glass of red rum. 
             G           D         F#           Bm 
Cause I'm a gorehound, hellbound horror movie lover. 
  G                      D             F# 
Good and evil are just colors on the spectrum.