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The Chorus is this: F# - open E - F# - open E - F# - open - G - F# - - - - - -
that's a fairly basic version of the song.
The song would sound especially good on a guitar with a tremolo (Whammy) bar during the interlude section with the three guitars playing different bent notes creating a ghostly moaning effect.
Verse I would like to be a martyr, over time it's getting harder. Who do I have to go and kill to get my face on a dollar bill.
Chorus Every single time I look, someone else has beat me to it. Some poor bastard bites the dust, I really don't know who to trust. But there's one thing I can't deny, I'd rather it was me they fried. Have a drink from an empty cup, light a match and burn me up.
Verse I'm exhausted, I'm committed. I'm outsmarted, I'm outwitted. My head's filled with dynamite, it's coming out of my ears at night.
Chorus I think I am being watched, electris eyes that never turn off. Radar beams insinuating, evil thoughts while I'm masterbating. And even my old trinitron, it's coming through when nothings on. Have drink from an empty cup, light a match and burn me up.