Intro 
Gm / Gm / Abm / Eb 
Gm / Gm / Abm / Ab 
Gm / Gm / Abm / Eb Bb 
Gm / Gm / Abm / Ab 



[Verso 1]

Gm                      Ab Abm 
 His jacket calls me with    obsidian blade 
Gm                          Ab             Abm 
 He's got a knack for spittin' blood over red lipstick stains 
Gm                            Ab           Abm 
 I drank the venom from the cobra 'round his neck 
Gm                         Ab 
 Made it my life mission to feel that again 



[Refrão]

Fm                 Gm 
 He's got a bad disease, no, no 
Fm                         Gm 
 I think it's rubbin' off on me, no, no 
Fm                  Gm 
 He's got spider silk hands 
Fm                      Gm 
 I think I've fallen into them 



[Verso 2]

Gm                       Ab Abm 
 The ground he walks upon    resigns to dust 
Gm             Ab Abm 
 Pandemonium quivers at his touch 
Gm              Ab      Abm 
 My preacher, my undefined creature 
Gm     Ab   Abm 
 Consumes me 



[Refrão]

Fm                 Gm 
 He's got a bad disease, no, no 
Fm                       Gm 
 I think it's rubbin' off on me, no, no 
Fm                 Gm 
 He's got spider silk hands 
Fm                     Gm 
 I think I've fallen into them 



[Ponte]
 
G                      Bb 
 And my infection is the hand on my lower back 
Gm                        Bb 
 I have exacted that he's got something that I lack 
Gm                    Bb 
 Oh, the power of the man with the switchblade comb 
Gm                            Bb 
 He always says, "I couldn't manage you on my own" 



[Refrão]
 
Fm                 Gm     Eb 
 He's got a bad disease, no, no 
Fm                      Gm      Eb  Gm 
 I think it's rubbin' off on me, no, no 
Fm                  Gm   Eb 
 He's got spider silk hands 
Fm                     Gm7 
 I think I've fallen into them