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7 Words-Deftones Riff 1 e||--------------------------|| Bass Riff b||--------------------------|| G||--------------------------||------------------|| D||--9-9-999-9---9-9-999-9---||--0^2 0------0----|| A||--7-7-777-7---8-8-888-8---||--------0-11---1--|| D||--------------------------||-----(2)----------|| Riff 2 |..3.... |....4.... e||--0--||-----------------||----------|| b||--0--||-----------------||--11~~~~--|| G||--0--||--------10~~~~~--||----------|| D||--0--||--2--------------||----------|| A||--0--||--2--------------||----------|| D||--2--||--2--------------||----------|| Fill 1 Riff 3 e||----------------||---------------------|| b||----------------||---------------------|| G||----------------||---------------------|| D||--2-2-2--2-2-2--||--------3-3-2---2-3--|| A||--2-2-2--2-2-2--||--0-2---1-1-0---0-1--|| D||--2-2-2--2-2-2--||--0-2-2--------------|| ----------------------------------------------------- I'll never be the same breakin' decency Don't be tree trunk don't fall on my leg roots(?) I've been hunting too many words-got a weak self esteem That's pissed off the way from every single tree(?) But there's something else that brought us feece(?) Keep it all inside until we feel we can unleash I think that you made it up I think that your mind is gone I think that you should be glorified now you're god(?)! Suck! Your fuckin money-Suck! Suck it bitch! I'm here alone face flat along at the edge of the glass But I'm not here to preach I'm just sick of the racial(?) My parents knew me strong to let go of that glass So why should I try I clack like I'm low as hell(?) Before that shit that needs to stay back in the shelves Your punk-ass made it up and your fuckin' mind is gone You shouldn't never been glorified now you're god(?)! Suck! Your fuckin money-Suck! Suck bitch! You don't know me-Shut up you don't know me Squeal like a pig when you break fuckin break fuckin neck(?) Well I'll tell you bout my balls scratch what's coming back jack we'll turn back Girls(?) for any words whether not your fuckin I'm makin' no sense what coming is the jubilla(?) I'm really stoppin' naughty(?) an' most anybody so thinkin of me by now but yer the rabbit and I can't think for who I am n' shit I below where'll it be 'Cause we cannot give back those lives We exist two thing understand Lot hates black sheeps an' all the purge Mr P I G could I fuckin see Show ID don't crushed all my bothers yeah ya do And to the jury can't be no turners on my skin this color Does that mean I'm burned Cause your punk-ass made it up and your fuckin' mind was gone Shouldn't never glorified god(?)! Suck! Your fuckin money-Suck! Fuck you bitch! Fuck. -------------------------------------------------- This is a bad-ass song! I transcribed the lyrics cause I liked the song so much. This song is easier to play in EADGbe but their is that one note in Riff 3 that required Dropped D. I dunno maybe they downtune during the "Shut up you don't know me ..." part. Ah well, have fun. |
