Spiritual Cramp

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B  Bb  F#
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[Verse 1]
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Incurable disease on the day of rest
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I'm walking on water in a sea of incest
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I've got the image of Jesus embedded in my chest
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I can't leave home without my bullet-proof vest
D         F#           Ab      A
Killing myself for the perfect honeymoon
D         F#           Ab      A
Fighting with scorpions tied 'round my neck
D         F#           Ab      A
I hear the pitter-patter of a killer on the loose
D         F#           Ab      A
Children use their fingers instead of words


[Verse 2]
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Crosses burn our temples on Slaughter Avenue
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It takes too much time for me to say I refuse
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Time is digging graves for the chosen few
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Children dig the graves of me and you
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Describe the illness, I'll prescribe the cure
C#         D                 Ab
Start your two-day life on a two-day vacation
C#         D                 Ab
Describe the illness, I'll prescribe the cure
C#         D                 Ab
Start your two-day life on a two-day vacation
D         F#          Ab     A
Spiritual cramp going for my ribs
      D                F#                Ab                A
Those gangsters toting guns are shooting spikes through my wrist
D         F#           Ab      A
Children use their fingers instead of words
D         F#           Ab      A
Fingers bury children under the boards


[Verse 3]
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I can die a thousand times, but I'll always be here
         C#           D          Ab
With the powder skull secrets of forgotten years
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The hangman's noose is drenched with bloodstained tears
   B             Bb           F#
My hands are the killers that confirm my fears
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Jesus won't you touch me? Come
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in to my heart
C#        D        Ab
Where the Hell are you
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when the fire starts?
    D        F#         Ab      A
I'm using my fingers instead of words
    D        F#         Ab      A
I'm using my fingers instead of words


[Solo]
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D   F# Ab  A
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B  Bb  F#
B  Bb  F#
C#  D  Ab
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[Verse 4]
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On a mission of the father to reduce the gates of Hell
    D               F#                Ab          A
The ivory bone-eyed mother's flesh is starting to swell
            D          F#             Ab      A
I'm setting twenty-two tables for the funeral feast
D           F#      Ab       A
Satan is by far the kindest...
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