Intro: 
E B C#m C#m E B A A 

Verse 
         E                B               C#m           E                 B                 A 
We will shoot the family dog in the backyard, And then tell the kids we dropped it off down at the dairy farm. 
          E                B                C#m                        E              B                A 
Screaming from the forest sounds like fifty babies being murdered. In Italian horror films about baby murders. 
       E                B                  C#m           E                 B              A 
Pretty all black fisher cats sing songs of rage, Cuz the world is dark and unfair and you haven't found a mate 
        E        B                 C#m                                  E             B                 A 
Cry in sync with crows at six, I'm bored and forced to think, about the cycle of life and all of that bullshit 
          E                   B             C#m           E                   B          A 
When it's quiet I'm forced to think about myself. So I'm speaking through the silence to nobody else. 
        E               B                C#m           
Pretty black fisher cat convince me that it will be alright, 
         E             B                       A 
Claw my face off, so I won't have to wash it tonight 
               E             B                       A 
Yeah, claw my face off, so I won't have to wear it tonight 


[Refrão]
F#m      A              E               C#m                       
  I've become what I've hated most, too many times to count 
Am                                                    E 
  If I can't trust myself, then I won't trust a soul. 

Verse 
   E                  B               C#m           E             B             A 
Animals biting chunks of each other's flesh, All reside inside my mind before I settle down to rest, 
         E              B          C#m                               E              B             A 
There's images of people biting my neck, slicing my chest. And simmering my meat in fry-pans for breakfast. 
        F#m                                     A                  
With my dick and balls and guts ground up, and stuffed into a sausage wrapper, 
E                             C#m 
Grilled to a shade of Seattle grey, surrounded by their laughter, 
Am 
I… can't trust myself, so I won't trust a soul. 

Verse 
        E             B             C#m                E             B           A 
If they eat me I will haunt them forever, Come back in virus form or parasitic worm. 
           E            B            C#m                  E                 B                A 
Intestines of all of my enemies will bleed, And they'll regret the day they ever fucked with me. 

Outro 
        E                 B              C#m           E              B              A 
We were broke and fed the hamster to the dog, We were broke again and cut the dog's tail off. 
          E                  B               C#m                          E            B             A 
Made some dog-tail soup with mustard packets from seven-eleven, Oh little Jimmy, all dogs to to heaven. 
              E         B             A         E 
No don't cry Jimmy, all dogs go to heaven.